Howard Stern and 9/11
A reprint of where I was on 09-11-2001
I was in my car when it happened, on my way to Milledgeville, Georgia from Charleston, South Carolina. I sat in misery as I drove down a backwoods highway. I was 34-years-old, and I hated my job. Worse than that, I couldn’t remember a job I liked since I quit my gig as a dishwasher in a hospital at the age of seventeen. I had lived an entire lifetime since dreading the concept of waking up on a weekday and dressing for a job that would slowly suck the life out of me. Professional fulfillment was something that eluded me so thoroughly I was convinced that I was hardwired to hate working. Not the physical effort just the emotional investment.
Howard Stern was on the radio. He is the one who told me what happened that morning, and because of that I…
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