I'd just been released from the hospital about 10 hours before the terrorist attacks struck NYC. It was a delicate recovery from a difficult surgery and pain kept me from sleeping.
I ended up turning on CNBC in the early morning hours and watched as the first plane hit the World Trade Center.
It all seemed so surreal and I'm sure the pain killers didn't help.
I was working at KIRO-TV in Seattle at the time, but instead of anchoring, I was stuck at home recovering during those emotional news days. I took it all in, watching the coverage, calling my friends in New York and sensing our nation would change in many ways following that terrible day.
The next morning, from the window in my home in West Seattle, I watched as the USS John Stennis and several support ships cruise to sea from Bremerton. They were being repositioned because it was feared the Bremerton and Everett bases could be likely targets.
While commercial jets were grounded, fighter jets thundered across the sky above Puget Sound.
I could also see crowds of people lighting candles and posting condolences on the "Liberty Statue" at Alki Beach.
Perfect strangers seemed to unite in a way I'd never seen before, flags were flying everywhere.
Americans pulled together during that difficult time. Perhaps it was to deal with the shock of the event, or to accept that our lives were about to change in ways we could only imagine.