2001 was a terrible year. Terrorists targeted and bombed the Twin Towers in New York City, and the Pentagon in Washington DC, killing and injuring thousands in the vicinity, forever changing the course of our history books. I lost my favourite cousin in a horrendous accident – it was a tragedy on so many fronts that it still renders me emotional to think about it. And I almost died.
Here’s the story.
It was a midday in November, my second year at Uni. I had come off an all-nighter cramming stint for my final Economics paper, which I was to write that afternoon. My elder cousin, whose family I lived with while at Uni, had offered to drop me off at the examination venue and we were on our way, waiting to turn