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  • I stayed in the hotel between the twin towers on September 6, 2001. I had a meeting at 7 World Trade Center with a man who wanted to make the world safer. We walked across the plaza and I stopped to look up at the towers. I thought about the truck bomb in 1993, and my brother who worked on the 64th floor.

    "They thought they could bring these towers down," I said out loud, as I looked skyward.

    The man on the 28th floor of 7 WTC had an impressive office. The walls were adorned with photographs of him standing next to senators, ambassadors, and presidents. Some of them were signed: "Keep up the good work!" A samurai sword hung above his desk. He kept a copy of "The Art of War" on his desk, and he reached out and tapped it with his fingers as he spoke.

    The following Tuesday, it all came down.

    My brother, late for work that day, was in the PATH station when it happened. I called him that night after I knew he was OK. "Do you feel blessed?" I asked him.

    "No," he said. "I think being lazy finally paid off."
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