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2002-09-11

I was sitting at work that morning listening to the raido as I always do when the announcement came that a plane had struck the World Trade Center. My first thought was that it was a small aircraft, perhaps that of someone in flight school learning how to fly. That thought was quickly discarded as details came from the radio and customers coming into work. I just sat there at work all morning listening to the story as it unfolded, hearing different things from different people as they came in. The hardest part was that we had no t.v. so I wasn't able to witness what was going on. I had only my imagination to wonder as to what was really going on in NYC and Washington. I vividly recall people coming in and and the first thing they would ask holding back mixed emotions was, "Have you heard what's happening?". I was able to answer yes, but I could not feel what they were feeling because I could not see what it was everyone was upset about. Finally my mother called and said that the first tower had collapsed and I then realized how terrible it was. I then had a vividly clear mental image of why everyone was so upset. This was not a small incident, this was not something that would be over in a day or so. The events that I was hearing would be turn out to be something that would change our lives forever.
Finally about noon the newspaper delivery guy showed up with a special edidtion. For the first time since 9:47 that morning when I heard the news I was able to look at what the bastards had done to our country. I just picked up the paper looking at the front page and I went back to my office and sat there...tears rolling down my face. How could anyone commit such an act with such malice. All those innocent lives, lost. I felt, and still feel the deepest remorse for those on the flights that hit the towers. I can't even begin to imagine how they felt knowing what was happening and yet being so helpless to stop it. To see the NYC skyline out the window I don't even want to think what they must have went through in those last moments. I can only hope that God watched them all and took them into his arms as he cast the hijackers into Hell to burn. On this day, the anniversary, after a year to reflect, the scars are still deep for us all. May God help us heal with time, but...may we never forget!!