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2002-09-11

My son ran into my bedroom saying "Mom, Mom, there's terrible accident news on TV" as he scrambled for the remote to turn on my TV. Flashing before us, upon awakening that fateful day we sat together watching all the stations broadcast the horrifying depiction of that plane hitting the first tower and then suddenly a 2nd plane hit the other tower. And then the towers crumbled to Ground Zero.....meanwhile another tragic crash, the pentagon. It was apparent someone was attacking our country. We were rooted to our spot in front of the television, finding it difficult to move ourselves to get ready for school and work. That day I drove my son to the stop where he waits for his high school school bus. I got out of the car and actually hugged him as we parted, and he was not at all embarrassed. In fact, he hugged me back, hard and we promised to see one another later that day. Once at work we were not very productive, instead shuffling in disbelief, radios and television monitors turned on throughout the building, usually with a cluster of employees standing, teary eyed, consoling one another as we pulled together in grief, and in consolation. This was a tragic act against our country, yet the terrorists completely underestimated the power their pre-meditated aggression tolled upon us to instead instantly produce a stronger, unifide nation. My son and I lucky in a sense. We did not lose any family members or close friends in any of these catastrophic events 9-11-02, yet we mourn with our nation our brothers and sisters whose innocent lives were taken from their families and loved ones and AMERICA! Long live the USA. Hail the Red, White and Blue! Let Freedom Ring! 9-11, We Will Never Forget.....