My best friend, whom I’ve known since I was 11, was speaking to me on the phone as he walked crosstown to work that morning. As he passed 6th Avenue he saw the second tower fall. I was in stunned silence and my friend, as balanced and solid as they come , was audibly shaken -something I’d never witnessed before but just one among many that day. My son, who had been walking only a month at that time ran into the room and happily called me” “ daddy, daddy”. I looked at him , looked at the television and instantly knew his life would be different than I had imagined and hoped. It’s hard to believe it’s been 20 years.A friend and coworker at one of the ski shops I worked, later took a job in the WTC lost his life that day. I was talking and having a beer with him only days earlier so sad, left a wife and children behind. One of the guys I ski with lost his brother a police officer that day also, he also left a wife and children behind, so it is very sad for me.