I was hitching a ride anywhere when this VW Microbus stops, and a very cool dude asks..
Where you headed, man?
Anywhere you go, I will go.
We are heading to a rock festival.
Wonderful. Never been to one. I am from South Africa, where everything was banned.
Hardly settled in my seat when someone passed me my first joint. Amazing experience, amazing people. And then the Woodstock experience, much of it a blur.
But one should understand the impact on a very naive 17 year old, from a very repressed South Africa at the time. One of my greatest educational experiences. No formal education could have expanded my mind and opened my eyes like so.
I was living and working at the World Trade Center on that day, and this is what I remember.
I was a consultant at the time and my office was in Tower Two on the 43rd floor. I had a meeting that morning that was cancelled just the night before. When the first plane struck I was on the 18th floor not yet at my office, I remember looking at a nearby digital clock it read 8:46am. You could feel the building shake, and it was scary, not because the building moved but to the degree that it did. I was used to working on the higher floors of both towers and the Twin Towers were made to sway and move ever so slightly. You could sometimes feel it just a little during periods of heavy wind.
But this time it was different. This was not caused by wind it was a sudden jolt. I looked outside the window and saw what i thought was a piece of metal fall by. My heart and my mind raced. Strange to say this now but I felt VERY ALIVE. A deep and sudden fear also crept over me.