Twenty-five years ago, I was 25-year-old broadcast assistant at CBS News living in Astoria, New York. Each day I would take the N/R train from the Ditmars Blvd station to 59th and 6th in midtown Manhattan. On Tuesday September 11, 2001, I boarded the subway, like I did every morning, right about 8:15am. I found an empty seat on the right side of the train, which faced the North side of the City and as we started our decent underground. I was unaware of what was taking place approximately 6 miles South of where I was sitting. It’s been 25 years, but it feels like yesterday. It feels like yesterday because I remember everything about that day. -I remember walking up the subway stairs on 57th and 7th. -I remember the color of the sky. -I remember thinking “What a beautiful day”. -I remember turning onto 57th street- heading towards work. -I remember someone running through the street screaming “a plane hit the World Trade Center”. -I remember the sounds of the firetrucks speeding down 7th Avenue. -I remember thinking “it’s going to be a very long day”. -I remember sitting at my desk watching smoke coming from the Towers. -I remember watching them fall. -I remember feeling numb. -I remember hearing about the other planes that we’re crashing. -I remember thinking “what’s next?" -I remember my boss, who was stuck on the runway at Newark, saying we could all go home early. -I remember leaving work to join a group of friends who were walking back to Queens. -I remember calling my dad to tell him I was going home, and he said, “turn around and go back to work. You work for the news, ­­ and they need you there”. -I remember I went back. -I remember feeling scared, confused, and lost. -I remember the stale taste of smoke and ashes in the air. -I remember seeing the lights from the firetrucks and ambulances. -I remember the silence. No sirens. Just the lights. -I remember walking over the Queensboro bridge and looking back at the smoke. -I remember the empty space where the Towers used to stand. -I remember thinking how strange it was to know what every person on the street was thinking. -I remember crying. I cried a lot. -I remember wondering who could do this? Who was cruel enough to do this? -I remember the missing signs. Missing signs everywhere. -I remember the people standing outside CBS begging us to put them on TV. Begging to put their son, daughter, husband, wife, friend’s face on TV because maybe someone knew where they were. -I remember seeing the first responders on the subway. The dust, the dirt, the pain, and emptiness in their eyes. -I remember thinking “they have seen things no human should have to see”. -I remember the way New York City came together. The way the world came together. -I remember the resilience. -I remember the kindness, the compassion in every single New Yorker. It may be 25 years later, but I remember, and I know I always will. I will never forget.