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2002-09-12

It was nine o'clock in the morning. My husband and I woke up to our phone ringing. Being eight and a half months pregnant, I slowly got up to answer the phone. It was my mother-in-law, crying and telling me to turn on the t.v. I woke up my husband and we went to the den and turned on the t.v. The first thing we saw was the second plane crashing into the WTC, we sat speechless. I was so scared, I just knew that this disaster was going to cause a draft and that my only love was going to leave me. I couldn't help think of those who woke up this morning in New York not knowing this was their last day on earth. I felt helpless and angry,and confusion being at the top of my list. The bad thing, it didn't stop at New York, there was the pentagon and the sole plane that never made it to the last distructive destination. I selfishly,got on my knees and thanked God that it didn't happen here, but it did! No matter where it happened, it affected us all, because at that time I remembered that I had an Uncle that lived in New York and a cousin in the Army stationed there also. God was there with them that day and spared their lives. October 26th, I gave birth to a beautiful 7lb. 13oz. baby boy. As I held him in my arms, I thought of all those children who lost one or both of their parents. I prayed that they had angels watching over them and that their lives would only get better, knowing that the angels watching over them were not just any angels but their loved ones they lost. And then I looked at my husband and thanked God that I still had him by my side, but wept for those who would never see their wives or husbands, brothers or sisters again until it was their turn to enter heaven. God gave us life, which is a gift. We so often take this gift for granit. I hope everyone learns from 9/11 and realizes that you are not garenteed tomorrow to live for each day that you are given. This is my story for 9/11.