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2003-01-05

I was at home, watching a morning news show (Canada am) while nursing my 3 month old son. I thought the image I was seeing was that of a small plane, a cesna perhaps, which had gone into the building either by accident or because the pilot was committing suicide. I called my husband, who was as work, and listening to the description of events on the radio, and neither of us could believe it. As I was on the phone with him, I saw a second plane on my tv screen.

Outside I saw my neighbor leaving to pick-up her kids for lunch, and it seemed strange to me that life was going on while so many people's worlds had ended. I thought of the children mostly, and how they were dropped off at daycare and would not be picked up by Mommy or Daddy. I cried many tears that day, and in the days, weeks and months that followed. I cried every time I hear Alan Jackson's song about September 11th.

What kind of world have I brought my son into? What kind of people do these things? What is wrong with them? I have so many questions and I'm so hurt at all this hatred they have in their hearts, and this hatred they are teaching others. I felt complete rage when I saw images of people rejoicing in the streets. I can still see that one woman who seemed to be happier than the rest.

My son is a happy child and he doesn't understand any of this, and I'm glad for that. I just hope there is still some decency left in this world when he gets out there.