A Note from Gilda about September 11Published October 1, 2017
September 11, 2017
This is a very painful day for me. I was at the World Trade Center on this fateful day. I worked on the 102nd floor of the second tour. I mourn for all the friends and colleagues who lost their lives on that day and I often can’t believe my good fortune to be a survivor.
It was only about 6 months after we adopted Caroline, I was just returning to the routine of working full time with two children. I commuted to the World Trade Center every day and my office was filled with pictures of my girls, all of which were lost in the building collapse.
Even months after the tragedy people who had visited my office would remember me and reach out to me and ask about the girls and how I survived. The short answer is because I was a new mother and I had a flexible boss, I did not have to be in at exactly 9AM. As a result, I arrived a little after 9 when both planes had hit the towers and I was not allowed into the building.
The horror of that day has never left me and taints my travels anywhere and my children tell me I am over protective. Maybe I would be this way anyway but I saw one of the world’ greatest catastrophes up close and it will forever color my world.