I flew to NYC on Nov. 11th, two months later. It was the only time I was ever nervous flying. When the plane approached Kennedy, we were put in a holding pattern, and circled for 30+ minutes. Might have been the longest 30 minutes of my life. Irrational fears took over.
The next day, a plane crashed on take off from Kennedy. I was supposed to be on a plane later that day, but most, if not all remaining flights were cancelled that day for fear of terrorist involvement. I got home by taking Amtrak to Toronto, then flying home from Toronto a few days later
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