by Paul Mampilly
The Sovereign Investor
September 11, 2001. I was on the F train going from my home in Brooklyn to my Manhattan office. When I got in, someone told me one of the towers had collapsed. People were crying — their friends were in those towers.
My office was uptown on Park Avenue about three miles from where the planes had hit. Was another plane coming to hit us too?
I don’t panic in these kinds of situations. Since the markets were closed, I left the office, went to an ATM and took out as much money as I could. Then I started walking to a friend’s house to call my mom to let her know I was OK.