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2002-09-13

On the morning of 09/11/01 at about 6:30 A.M., my husband came into our room and turned the television on, yelling at me to wake up and see what was happening in New York. The sound of his voice horrifed me but could never have prepared me for the horror I felt as I watched the second plane fly into that tower! I was utterly silent as I sat up in bed, aghast at what I saw and hoping it was some kind of trick photography being played. I moved through my day in a mechanical way, unable to really concentrate on my job. My co-workers had brought in small televisions and for the better part of the day we hung together in small groups around cubicles, watching in disbelief at the destruction, terror and carnage that has forever changed our world, destroyed our innocense and left us with a feeling of vulenerability that the United States has not afforded me in my 47 years. Our Manager offered to let anyone go home that wanted to without question or problems but all of us stayed, grateful for a way to try to feel normal in such a frenzied, confusing day. Throughout the day, when I went outside, strangers would stop and talk to me, asking if I knew what happened and as I shook my head in an affirmative but mechanical manner, our eyes would meet and we would tell each other how very afraid we were, sometimes even hugging one another as if to somehow reassure ourselves that our world would be ok once again. I can not know the horror that New York lived but my heart goes out to all that lost loved ones. We will survive this, we are Americans...the Greatest Nation on Earth! We have seen trying times before and have risen above them and together in a united stand against evil, our Country and our spirits will triumph, in honor of those souls lost!


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