Thanks, Dropsie.
I hadn't quit drinking yet & was jittery & hungover that morning. On my way to work (late as usual) I heard it on the radio. I went to my Mom's to tell her what happened - rushing in her door & yelling "Put on the tv - they've hit the Word Trade Towers" (not knowing who 'they' even were at that point). Drinking seemed like a good answer to try & cope with the horror. But later, hearing of the sacrifices & unbelievable bravery helped make me want to be a better, stronger person - so I took stock that day.