I was supposed to fly into Boston that morning. My friends in London were erroneously told it was two flights into Boston that crashed. Speaking of crashing, the international phone lines went down hard and fast, so I couldn't get through to them to let them know I was okay.

When my fiancee finally got through to one of his family members we gave him the name and number of a local friend of mine to alert. The first words one friend said when she got the call were "Okay, breathing. Breathing agian."

In the end, I flew out of one of the first flights out of Boston afterward a few days later. The tension was rock solid, especially with the police dogs everywhere. When someone sneezed the whole terminal looked up.