Where were you when...?
I was at home sleeping when Dave, with whom I had dinner the night before, woke me up. I had told him about my plan to take the train to work the next morning. He called to suggest I stay away from public transportation that day.
I turned on CNN just as the second tower was crumbling, and spent the next hour right there, on the floor in front of the TV, with Dave on the phone, gasping occasionally in horror.
Just a year before I had spent many days doing fieldwork at a lab there. I later found that all of the guys I worked with made it out alive. The fate that escaped thousands who were simply going to work that day.
Again innocent people died by the hands of some imbeciles in service of their vengeful god. Not the first time in history, nor was it the last.
Could someone please remind me again why we need organized religion?