It changed me. I was at the television studio. In a meeting. The TV was on in the board room. It was always on, even during meetings. When you work in television you get to watch TV all day and you don't get in trouble. I thought, who is this lucky? As I sat eating a sweet pastry I probably was thinking negative thoughts about my fat thighs or how weak I was for having an unhealthy breakfast. Insignificant thoughts. Useless thoughts. Meaningless. Of course, we were all so shocked to hear that a plane had 'accidentally' crashed into the World Trade Center. Then it went 'slo-mo'. Indeed it was as though we were in tape, rolling with the entire planet; ever so blurred. When the first building came down I put my face in my hands and rocked in my chair. I was told later that I had sobbed: 'Bush will never put up with this. Life as we know it was over.' The managing editor of our newsroom threw up in the corner. This man. Tough. Seen-it-all-and-more-news guy. Now weak. Pale. Heaving. Sweat. And then we were called into the Station Manager's office. I will never forget those souls. Ever. A common memory. A common story. I listen again to all the names. 95 nations and territories. It changed me. And that's not cliche. We never cried this much.