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2002-09-11

It started like most any other morning. I had finished my 11-7 work shift at our local nursing home and was reading the paper--savoring a cup of strong, black coffee with the tv mumbling softly in the background. My consciousness was redirected to a breaking news story--a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center---and I watched the activity unfold trying to imagine the panic, fear, and tragedy of the event those immediately involved must be experiencing---and, then, a second plane----------?????? My mind started to race---TWO planes hitting the Towers??? This COULDN'T be merely an unfortunate "accident"----I watched as Firemen, Policemen and regular "Joes" raced to help and was horrified when the first, then the second Tower, fell as rescuers tried to help--Then the Pentagon and Pa---Disbelief, fear, confusion and horror replaced my usual complacent demeanor.

Like many of us, I have been more reflective, taking time to savor moments, family, friends.

Of course, the horror of it all probably is, initially, most striking but, a year later, I recall the stories of those who helped, the incredible courage of the firemen, policemen, municipal employees, the public outpouring of national grief, support and pride.

I have routinely flown the Flag, but, certainly, after September 11th, seeing it waving proudly from my porch is comforting in a new way.