ABSTRACT
I distinctly remember situating myself on the express bus early morning on September 11, 2001. I set my bag on the floor, reclined my seat, and closed my eyes to take advantage of the extra forty-five minute rest I was afforded. As usual, I woke up at West 4th and Waverly Place, exited the bus, and began what I believed would be a routine day of graduate classes at New York University. Little did I know that after stepping foot off that bus my life and the lives of Americans would be changed forever. The events that followed during that day will be etched in my memory for an eternity.
