On September 11, 2001 I rolled into work at a little after seven in the morning. I flipped the light on at the concierge desk, adjusted my nametag and began the day. These were the last moments of my pre-911 life.
Around nine o'clock in the morning it was clear that we were under attack.
During the tumultuous day I wrote little notes to myself on exactly what was going on at my workplace-the Parker House Hotel in Boston.
In the weeks after the attack I compiled my notes and observations and put them into bullet points. I finished the entire rundown about a year later.
Back then all we had were floppy disks and none have survived so the only account I have left of the day was a printed version, saved here in a PDF.
Disclaimer: These are raw thoughts from the day. I used no filter - just emotion. It is not written all that well but it is real. No names have been changed. This is how it was for me. I'm sure this will ring familiar to many of you.