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Marshall has a moving post from his events on September 11, 2001. Consider reading if you haven’t already.
I remember the day like yesterday. I was in college at the time. I woke up early to head into the business school and was waiting in line while watching news on the TV. The first plane struck while I was in line. It wasn’t clear what was happening at first, so I finished up my business and headed home for the morning. Mrs Weekly Flyer, my college sweetheart, met me at home. For the rest of the day, my friends, Mrs Weekly Flyer and I watched the events unfold together. The events were surreal.
At the time I didn’t travel much except for the occasional leisure trip. Today, Mrs Weekly Flyer and I find ourselves in a completely different situation. I almost can’t stop traveling. In fact, today, Mrs Weekly Flyer and I are missing each other in the air, literally and figuratively.
We’re both flying different paths at 35k feet almost as if we are chasing each other. The weather is cooperating though, and it is a nice flight.
Sunny skies and clear runways made for a quick departure. I did my best to get back to Atlanta before Mrs Weekly Flyer departed on her journey. My hope was to catch her and have dinner at our favorite Atlanta airport restaurant.
Unfortunately a wave in the air will have to do for now. The events of the day got in the way and didn’t allow for an early same day confirm flight to catch her at the airport.
No cocktails today. Instead, a sober reminder of the events of that fateful Tuesday morning.
Thoughts go out to all of those who lost someone close on that day 11 years ago. And a big thank you to the service men and women, first responders, and all the travel industry professionals who keep us safe allowing us to fly.