I remember where I was: I had just been let out of biochemistry class in Toronto. Crowds were gathered around the TV monitors in the student lounge. It was hard to believe. My mother phoned me and asked me to leave downtown. I didn’t see what all the commotion was about. Frankly, I couldn’t relate to it. This was a time when Canadians were distancing themselves from Americans, and somewhere in the back of our communal conscience we thought they had it coming to them.
So tonight, after nearly 4 years living in the US, I sat down and watched “102 minutes that Changed America” and balled my eyes out. Although I have clearly understood the implications of the attacks, I had never connected emotionally or personally. Tonight I did.