In my case, it cemented and magnified my belief that the world is a dangerous place. In short, it intensified my belief in vigilance that I admit sometimes borders on paranoia.
About two weeks after lower Manhattan was attacked with the Islamist version of kamikazes, I was seated in the 15th row of a commuter flight. A month earlier that flight would have been packed. But in late September 2001, it was almost empty, except for a few nervous frequent fliers.
So when a young, dark-haired woman pulled out a small digital camcorder and started to record footage of the passenger cabin, it got even more tense. In the wake of 9/11 what would have been an unusual but ultimately dismissible breach of passenger protocol, suddenly became a matter of national security.
Reports had just circulated that actor James Woods had shared a flight with some of the 9/11 terrorists in August 2001 and reported to the flight attendant that he thought the men were rehearsing a hijacking. Nothing came of Woods' report.
But it was on my mind as I watched that young woman videotape the passenger cabin. And I wasn't the only one who was concerned. Several passengers asked the flight attendant to look into what the woman was doing. The flight attendant did as we asked and the puzzled young woman put away her camcorder, wondering why her fellow passengers objected to her attempt to record her trip.