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My daughter called my cell phone at 8:45 to tell me she had just watched a plane fly into the World Trade Center.

Walking back from crew practice across Washington Square that morning she joined the street people in amazement as a plane flew over their heads towards the WTC. She and her parents are forever changed but very much alive and thankful for the wonderful and resilient people of New York City.

I took this photo during our first visit a couple of weeks after the students returned. The three guards resting under the Odd Job sign seems well, odd. It really captures the mixed feelings we had while gawking yet participating in a pilgrimage we had to make.]]>
I used to work for a film production company just a few blocks away from the WTC on Chambers Street. I loved the Twin Towers, although I was always very afraid to go up in them because I have a fear of heights. But I loved them because of their height, their beauty and because of the wonderful atmosphere I had come to know at the base of those buildings.

This photo was taken by my husband. At the time, I didn't know he was taking the photograph. That is why it means so much to me - it is a very real photograph. It was the first time I had a chance to see Ground Zero and I was absolutely devistated because there was NOTHING there anymore. I cried for a long time...with my head leaning against that fence.

Out of all the things I saw the day I returned to Ground Zero, what I remember most is the way the sidewalks looked. They were torn up and mutilated, full of holes, cracks, broken bits and pieces of concrete and I couldn't stop thinking of how those two beautiful buildings came down with such force that they left the sidewalks with such a reflection of the past. I remembered that I had stood on those very sidewalks before and how everything looked so much different.

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