September 11, 2001. It was my sophmore year of college, and I was coming off of a great summer in which my band and I had recorded an album in a home studio I had built. I was taking classes at Kingwood Community College, and working on finishing up a record for my friend Billy's band, Skamakozi. Billy and I were taking an 8 am Sociology class, and the teacher looked strikingly like Walter Matthau, so we called him "Mr. Wilson."
At any rate, that morning started out pretty uneventful. Mr. Wilson rambled on, and Billy didn't show up for class. Typically, we would go to the bagel place on Kingwood Drive after Sociology before going to play golf, so I got in my car and gave him a call to ask him if he was still up for doing that. When he picked up the phone, all he said was "We've been bombed." I said, "Excuse me?". He said "New York City and Washington. You need to come over and see this." I turned on my radio and people were talking about smoke coming out of the World Trade Center, but it was still unclear to me what was going on. I got to Billy's house and the moment I walked in to his living room, the second tower fell live on tv. Over the next half-hour I saw replay after replay of everything, and I just couldn't believe it.
I remember the chilling sense of uncertainty in the hours and days that followed. I was suddenly very aware of the gravity of the times I found myself living in, and couldn't help but think that as a nation we were now on a radically different trajectory than we had been before. I also recall feelings of conviction that perhaps there were more important things I should be doing with my life than playing guitar in a band and being a record producer.
I transfered to Texas A&M University, went on to attain a JD from Baylor Law School, and now am putting the finishing touches on a Master of Public Service and Administration at the Bush School after spending the summer working on Capitol Hill. I can't help but wonder if I would be doing what I'm doing now if not for what happened that morning, and the impact it had on me. I do know that prior to 9/11, I was not at all interested in public service and affairs, but that immediately changed.
So, on the 9th anniversary of that terrible morning, it is interesting to pause and reflect on what has happened since, how much has changed, and where we want to go as a nation. For sure, there are challenges and dangers ahead, and we will need our best and brightest to meet them. I am certain, however, that the future is bright, and will rest largely on the shoulders of those of us who were young when that tragedy happened, but grew up and found our identities in its shadow.