Everyone remembers where they were on that fateful day Sept 11th, 2001 in NYC when a terrorist attack shocked the world. I’m personally going to take you back WITH me to Tower One of the World Trade Center when shock, terror, flames, and chaos burst into the building. I was on the 78th-floor sky lobby when that first plane crashed into the building. It felt like a huge bomb had just exploded as I was blown right off my feet. All lights instantly went out. The elevators were engorged with flames while the building filled with smoke. On that day, 658 of my Cantor Fitzgerald co-workers—many of whom were also my friends—who were sitting at their desks were brutally murdered that day. I was one of the few lucky ones who survived, and my life totally changed instantly and it will never be the same.