So I'm sitting here this morning sipping coffee when my boss calls me. Mind you, it's 6:30AM eastern and he's now in central. The S.O.B. doesn't sleep but that's not my point.
He asks....
You remember going to Cosmos 6yrs ago?
*rewind*
I was supposed to fly into Reagan National for a software presentation on 9/11 and @ the 11th hour (previous Friday) the customer called and cancelled the meeting.
Lucky me.
I would have been driving by the Pentagon @ 9AM~ish....
So, I'm sitting in the office when the first plane crashes... I'm thinking... weirdo, freak pilot just F'd up!
Right about the time I'm gonna check it out, the TV pans and now the 2nd plane...
This ain't no accident.
I'm feeling glad I'm not making my meeting and driving by the pentagon.
I'm glad I don't live anywhere but here, in the U.S.A. I've been many other places and in my opinion we should all be singing/praying/acknowledging praises for what/who/where we are. You could be in South Africa, Afghanistan, Ethiopia, etc...
God Bless...