On September 11, 2001, I was at work at the Chambre de commerce du Mtl métro as usual. It started off as any other Monday morning at work, but by 9:15 a.m. the world had changed and time had stopped.
As we all witnessed the horrific images and endless news coverage, we all knew this would alter our perception of the world and would expose us to the real fragility of humans.
They evacuated Place Ville Marie by 11 a.m., so I picked up Evan early from daycare that day.
As we were walking home, I tried to explain what had happened using only general terms like “the bad guys” and the thing I’ll never forget is that Evan all of 5 years old at the time, said this to me exactly: “but Mommy where were the good guys”.
I often wonder still where (and who) the “good guys” are. (updated)
Josyan McGregor 