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2002-09-11

Beginning my rush-of-a-morning at 5:00 was the usual result of my procrasination. In that case, the race to place a worthy conclusion on my English paper was nothing out of the ordinary. But as zero hour rolled by, my diligent work was abruptly interrupted. My mother demanded my prescence in the living room and I perfuntorily obeyed. We watched as the events unfolded and our fears, along with those of all Americans, were confronted. Immediantly my mind clicked through the realities of the situation: the Twin Towers just experienced a terrorist attack, the World Trade Center is in New York, my father living and working in New York City, people (he) may have died. My thoughts after that were one rushed blur. The only fortunate news of the day: my father was scheduled to attend a meeting in the World Trade Center on the following Wednesday, not that tramatic Tuesday. Unfortunately, this was not the case with two out of the five partners and friends in his self-owned company. America and my father have never been the same sinced.