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2002-09-26

My office was attending a seminar on the other side of town. Someone came into the room and said a plane had hit the World Trade Center. Some of us got up and went into the lobby where many people were already gathered in front of the television. A few mintues later the second plane hit the other building. Chills ran over my body and I could no longer try to convince myself this was just some kind of horrible accident. I was crying then and wondering who in the world could have done this. No one spoke for several seconds then everyone talked at once. There were tears and anger at the loss of so many innocent lives. Little did we know that we would then witness the collapse of each tower and so many more people never going home again. I called my husband just to hear his voice and tell him I loved him. I called my best friend because her brother works in Manhatten and I was not sure where the office was located. He was fine but we cried anyway. Towards the end of the day we were asked to return to the semninar. It seemed so unimportant. I could not concentrate. It was awful and I just wanted to go home and hug everyone I know. And that is exactly what I did.

Yes, hasn't everyone's? Shaken out of my complacency I hope. More willing to tell my friends and family how much they mean to me. Not putting things off. Trying to enjoy things more fully.

Also scared for a long time. Waiting for something else to happen. Terribly sad that this could happen, here of all places. Miserable for all those people who lost friends/family members in this senseless tragedy. Praying for all the pople who lost their lives that day. That they found their place with God.

We are vulnerable. There are people out there that hate us enough to take their own lives in our destruction.

Keep this event in the back of your mind as a rememberance and catalyst.

I have a new saying, it is on my e-mails and my friends have actually bought me T-shirts that say it; Live well, laugh often, love much.

Still do. But we always flew one for all the patriotic holidays. My husband is retired from the Navy. 20 years.
We know a little about sacrifice and the price of freedom. I'm just glad he is home now.

My father was in the service during the Korean War. He instilled a sense of what this country meant to him in all of his children.

We have always cared a great deal about the flag and seeing it raised or flying in the breeze has been one of those things that put a lump in my throat and tear in my eye.