The Friday after the terrorist attack, the company asked us all to spend a moment of silence and remembrance together in the parking lot. It was a warm, sunny day. We straggled out of the building very quietly and waited for a leader. I remember looking around at the faces of a lot of people that I don't really know, but feeling warmly connected just because we worked in the same building. I thought how at their last moments, the WTC victims depended on each other, reached out to each other, and hopefully found some comfort in being together, not alone. I read now the intensely personal stories of survivors, and how they forged relationships with their coworkers and strangers. It gives me chills.