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2002-09-11

September 11th I had to bring my sister-in-law to a doctor's appointment by 9am. I woke up late. I gave my husband and baby daughter a kiss goodbye and headed out the door. It wasn't until I was in my car that I heard the news on the radio: an airplane had hit the world trade center. I was astonished and confused. A plane? how could that happen? On the way to my brother's house, I had heard the second tower had been hit. My next reaction was fear. Both my brother and sister work in Manhatten. My brother worked in part of the world trade complex. Once I reached his house I was told his shift had just been switched to overnights and he was ok, just stuck in the city. I then called my mother to make sure my sister had been heard from as well.
It was a scary moment, and something I will remember always... much in the same way my parents remember Pres. Kennedy being shot. I grew up fairly close to Manhatten, first in the bronx and then not 2 hours out of the city. I have made many trips to my favorite island and could never imagine the skyline without the towers.
I spent the better part of today, the one year anniversary, crying for all those who have died and the families who suffer from the loss. It makes me hug and kiss my family a little harder today, as I feel blessed to have them.
God Bless America