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2002-09-13

I was up at 6:30 that morning, excited and nervous as my son was going to his first day of Preschool. I heard about the first plane hitting the Trade Center, shocked and disbeliefed I called my husband. He assured me that it just had to be an accident, why else would a plane hit. So disturbed to see the smoke billowing out of the building I turned off the tv. Later, I turned the tv back on, to confirm my husbands belief that this was just an accident, only to hear of a second plane hitting the other Tower, my ears burned and my heart ached when I heard of a third plane hitting the Pentagon and possibly a fourth hijacked plane up in the air somewhere. I immediately called my husband, he said "I know Babe, I know of the second plane." Tears filled my eyes when I told him of the Pentagon, shocked and disbeliefed he told his co-workers, all I could hear in the back ground were people saying "Oh, God, No". We hung up saying our "I love you's". I watched the tv in horror as the first tower collapsed. My sister called me then, hysterical and distraught. She could only hear through a radio what was happening, so I relayed the information I knew, she didn't know yet then of the first Tower collapsing. After we hung up completely numb and shocked, I continued to receive more phone calls from close friends, all crying, as was I. I phoned my husband and told him I just needed to hear his voice and even asked if he'd come home, even second guessing if we should send our then almost 4 year old to Preschool. Then the second Tower collapsed. My husband was disbeliefed as well, and again relayed the information to his co-workers that the second Tower just collapsed. All I heard was one person say "Oh NO, God, No", everybody else was silent.
I live in Minnesota, and even though I was not personally impacted by these attacks, I want to let everybody in New York know that it hurt us as well. I wanted so badly to think of a way to help, so I wrote a Poem, it lifted my spirits a little. I hope it does the same for others. I truly believe, based on the story of my poem, that it was one of the new Angels from these attacks tapped me on the shoulder and encouraged me to write this...
Angels Working Overtime
We couldn't believe the hatred they had, the actions they took made the world so sad.
They thought it would break the American Pride, little did they know, we hold it deep inside.
Thinking of all who died made the world so blue, but rest assured, God gave them a job to do.
They have new titles than they had with us, they are now called Angels, nothing less.
They were Angels all along given to you as a gift, now they are everywhere, helping our Spirits lift.
An Angel, God is always sending, cause the human heart always needs mending.
They are running around sending Hope, Peace and Love, all of Gods messages from above.
I know they will give you a little sign, telling you they are now, Angels Working Overtime.

God Bless all who lost their lives the day of 9-11-01.