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2002-09-11

I remember that it seemed like any other morning. I was running a little late for work and my son was grumpy because he didn't want to go to school. I was singing along with a country station that I had tuned into my radio. All of a sudden there was a break in the broadcast. They started to say that one of the twin towers had just had a plane crash into it. I turned off my car after I had parked in the lot of my workplace, a daycare. I walked in to see shock on everyone's faces. Noone knew what was going on. Everyone had all of their radios in their rooms on and all of the t.v. sets tuned into the news. My assistant worker came in and said that another tower had been hit. I was in awe. Soon thereafter we heard of the planecrash in Philly. I remember walking trough a room that had a t.v.(mine didn't)and seeing the two burning towers and then moments later as they crushed into infamous rubble. Tears were sworming down my face like angry ants marching. I felt so saddened, all I could keep thinking about was the people and their families. Then my thoughts shifted to my husband, whom I had left in Germany, an American soldier. I had come home with the intent of divorce, but realized that I truly loved him when I felt he was at danger of being sent somewhere to fight with a risk of not comming home. The first thing that I did when I got home was e-mail him and tell him that I loved him. And that I just wanted him to know that. Now, one year later, I continuously feel the outrage toward the people that did this to my country, and am still pending divorce(apparantly he still doesn't feel the same way about me) and am searching for a feeling of safety and peace, which I have yet to find.