Where were you when the world stopped turning on that September day?

Today is one of those dates on the calendar that has the power to transport an American back to a specific point in time. We all have our stories and can recall where we were when we realized America was under attack.

I was working a customer service job at a large accounting firm. I'd already taken care of our east coast division's morning requests and stopped by the fax machine. Something I'd written for the daily fax newsletter had just been published, and I returned to my desk smiling over my accomplishment.

The phone rang, and my then-husband told me about the first plane striking the tower. With few details, I thought maybe a propeller plane clipped the building and returned to work.

He called me back almost 20 minutes later. "Guess what? The other tower was struck. Another plane just hit the South Tower."

"We're under attack. This was no accident," I said.

I didn't even care about the work day at that point. The RV manufacturers and west coast office could wait. Usually a conscientious employee and at my desk, I left and went downstairs to watch the horror unfold on live TV. First the towers, then the Pentagon, and then Flight 93.

None of us watching could make sense of it, but many felt that urgency to hug our kids and be with family.

Now....20 years later, I go back to that day, while also doing my part to help ensure as Americans we don't ever forget. So, in the middle-of-nowhere, Utah, I hung a paper memorial wall in the motel lobby, commemorating all the victims of 9/11.