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2002-09-11

I was sleeping in because I did not have a class until 12:30. My friend called me at 9 and said the Twin Towers were falling down. Being half asleep I thought it was like the Leaning Tower of Pizza. I turned on the tv and saw a horrific site. I was in disbelief. I felt volnerable. I could not believe that something like this could happen here, in the U.S. I contacted my father who works in the city. I found out that it was his day off. All of my uncles work in the city and one works in the Twin Towers. He reasured me that they were all ok and were sent to the north side of Manhattan. My Uncle Billy ran out of his tower when the first one got hit and he was also ok. I felt reasured. I did not know what to feel after that. It did not seem real for the longest time. Being a native New Yorker, it felt like something so personal was taken away from me. Some people question "where was God?" People may think that God was not there that day. I do not question that. I saw his presence, not in the act of hatred but in the bravery and acts of kindness of the men and women of New York's bravest and finest. God was in their hearts and their acts of bravery. I feel that God worked through them. Exactley one year later it is easier to talk about. There is now hope. I hope that terrorist choke on the sweet smell of Freedom!