It's been 12 years and it feels like yesterday. I remember the clear blue sky and how beautiful the day was -- just a normal, regular work day. I remember reaching my desk and turning on the computer and going to the internet to check out the day's news. We all have different memories of that day, where we were, who we were with and the countless emotions we experienced. I distinctly remember experiencing fear, desperation, thankfulness and sorrow. Fear - Were we safe in our office, even though we were in midtown, would there be another attack -- closer to us? Desperation - How would I get home? Tunnels, bridges closed, no public transportation. My daughter's school allowed her to call me and I was able to reassure her that I was ok and that "Mommy would be home soon". Thankfulness - The realization that I had worked at the World Trade Center for Cantor Fitzgerald only a few months earlier hit me hard and continues to do so. And finally sorrow - for the loss of 2,606 souls including some former co-workers.