I was at work selling timeshare, a relatively new job. Someone rushed in to tell us to come watch TV. At first, we thought it was an accident, but as the news crew was trying to make sense of it, the second plane crashed and there was no doubt this was an attack. News crew members were trying to keep themselves together, and the ladies were hugging and crying. I went back to my desk after a while, and I couldn't believe there were still people calling in about their accounts. I packed up my shit and was about to head home, and my boss told us no one could leave. We said fuck you, the world is ending, retard. I got on a bus as there were no cabs around, and I've never experienced such a sense of camaraderie before or since. Everyone was speaking to each other, hugging and consoling one another. That was magical. I got home to my infant son and new wife, and we cried and hugged. Our best friends came over with liquor and hour later, still in the morning, and we had great weed. We all watched the news all day drunk and stoned, and there were many rumors that turned out not to be true, but of course we believed them all: Pentagon, Camp David, other tall buildings, etc.. I remember the candlelight vigil one week later, us and all the neighbors sat out on our porches in silence and just wept. The biggest positive was just witnessing people coming together, no one was a stranger for many days, just your brothers and sisters. That gave me a lot more respect for what humanity can be...