The choice 9/11 forced me to make

The choice 9/11 forced me to make

BROOKLYN—I was in a deep sleep, cocooned in my snug twin bed after tiptoeing into it just before dawn, when the house phone blared. Inside my family’s Flatbush apartment, my beeper was vibrating somewhere in that junior bedroom too. Seconds later, I heard the apartment door open and slam shut quickly. Then, my father’s voice was heard as he walked quickly from room to room. He got to my room, but I kept my eyes closed as he whisper-shouted in Kr…