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2003-01-06

I am a private vocal and piano teacher, and on the morning of that awful attack, I was in my basement, unaware of events that were happening on my TV upstairs while waiting for an adult pupil. When she came in, she was in panic, tears streaming from her eyes as she recounted what was happening in her explanation of why she couldn't possibly take her piano lesson with shaking hands and feet. Of course I agreed, and after she left hurriedly to watch and learn more, I "flew" up the stairs to see for myself. I gazed with tearful eyes and disbelief at the TV screen as the second plane hit the tower, and I watched as the other tower started to collapse. It was like watching a movie, a science fiction movie, where Men from Mars were attacking, but, to my horror, it was real.
My husband and I couldn't keep our eyes off the screen the entire day. We were horrified to hear of the attack on our Pentagon, and swelled with pride as we heard about the brave people who died while trying to subdue the terrorists on the other plane.
We were interrupted by a phone call from our daughter who told us that her dearest friend was supposed to be working in the Fitzgerald office, but, thank G-d she had decided to go into work a little late. She had arrived just as the second tower was falling. We were relieved of course, but our hearts went out to all the people who hadn't been so lucky and their families. I later wrote a song about 9/11 called "Someone's Hatred", which I performed this year with great approval from several audiences. Everyone could feel the pain. Now everytime I think of that day, I begin to cry. I'm actually starting to cry at this moment. My daughter's friend had to undergo post-traumatic counseling for several months afterward, and was receiving email from her "dead" co-workers, her friends at the office.
May there never be another day such as this one! G-d Bless America!!

Very much. I am actually afraid to fly even though I know about the security and I know I am being foolish, but I can't help it. I also find myself looking over my shoulder when I am walking in public places.

How vulnerable we really are, and how there are so many brave people in this country who will help others at a moment's notice, and how lucky we are to be in this country.

I certainly did! I have always been proud to be an American. Nothing can change that. We always fly our flag on American holidays.