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2002-09-12

I was sitting at home with my four year old son when my sister called. The only thing I heard was a hysterical "turn on your t.v." I watched the second plane crash, and can't begin to describe the immense feeling of panic. I'm not sure how long I sat with my mouth hanging open before I got my son in the car & drove to my sister's, all the while glancing up at the sky in fear. We sat the whole day in a state of horror, anxious, glued to the t.v. Shock froze me to my seat where I cried, and felt completely helpless because I wanted to do something.I wanted it to not be real, but as the hours passed, the disbelief turned into a choking sorrow. Though I didn't loose anyone close to me on that day,I will never be the same. Even as I sit trying to write about it, the powerful emotional surge makes me breathless. I will never be the same. I live every day for my family, and pray for the lost ones. I know they say time heals all wounds, but how can there possibly be enough time for this one?