The story so far

So -

Back in 2001, my father, C.D., worked for Sun Microsystems, Inc, as a sales representative. In September of that year, he was sent to Manhattan on what was supposed to have been a routine business trip. Before setting out on the trip, he attempted to get a ticket to attend the Risk Waters conference - what could have been a valuable networking opportunity with potential clients. He was told the event was full, but if he was willing to pay a few thousand dollars out of pocket, it might be possible for him to attend. He thought about it, but declined, citing the cost as his reason.

The Risk Waters conference was held the morning of September 11th, 2001, on the 106th floor of the north tower of the World Trade Center.

My father's colleagues who attended the conference perished. My father, who had instead gone to work at the Sun Microsystems field offices on the 25th floor of the south tower, survived. The only piece of debris to hit him as he fled the towers was a broken diskette, labeled "security."

This is a story of tragedy, redemption, and a broken diskette. This is a story about debris.