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2002-09-13

I had just lost my mother to pancreatic cancer two weeks prior, and was grieving over my lose. I was at work that morning at the pharmaceutical company warehouse that I work at. A friend of mine came walking past me and told me that he saw on television that a plane had flown into the side of the WTC. Well, the first thing that came to my mind was that it must have been some small prop plane, like a radio or tv station would use to spot traffic tie-ups. It was then I made my way over to the television in our break area and saw what had really happened.I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I had cold chills running up and down my spine. I watched in dis-belief as to what had just happened. I tried to rationalize what was going on. Did something happen to the pilot? Did it have some sort of mechanical failure? Maybe someone from the control tower gave them some bad information, and directed them wrong. Then it happened. The second plane came screaming into the picture, and hit the other tower. Who could do something so horible? Who could have the gaul to kill so many innocent people. We all forgot about work that morning. We just sat there in front of the tv in utter disbelief. Watching the towers burn ,and then fall to the ground. Wanting to be able to do something. But not able to do a thing except wipe our tears, console one another, and pray for the people of NY, and the rest of our country. I had never known grief until that day.