Was in at a hotel in Boston getting ready with a work group to begin a training session.
One of the ladies from our home group came in saying it was on the news that a plane had crashed into one of the twin towers in NYC.
We were all still adjusting our thoughts around that mind picture thinking it might be a small plane, like one that had crashed another time. That's when we noticed there was a huddle, some people looking stunned. others nervous. Then the we approached to hear that the building was coming down. After a short time another person walked in to inform that word was another plane had flown into the second tower. At that point we all rushed to a giant screen tv they had pulled out into the lobby area on the ground floor. We all stood there in utter shock and disbelief as the scene kept playing out of what had just been words minutes ago. We all stood there listening to every word and watching the scene being played over and over. My friend had to physically pull my arm and lead me away to get back to the conference room to put away our documents and personal items to find our way back to our rooms. The rest of the day was surreal. The streets were empty, shops closed and we had to walk a while before we found the only restaurant open for business that afternoon.