Everything may seem ok, but it's not. There are still people dealing with the disaster.

And then one day, there were less of us. We took a hit and speaking for myself, we vowed not to let the enemies of the lives we worked so hard to obtain, win.

We grieved and we went back to work. I worked harder. I wanted to make this life work even better than before because I am not a defeatist.

In some superhuman way, I wanted to set an example of strength for an America that seemed to be reeling harder than those of us at the core of the disaster.

But one day, I woke up scared. I started to look over my shoulder like a crazy person. I started crying in the mornings, just from reading the New York Post....

In all of my efforts to help save the global economy and business, I never once stopped to think about how to save myself.