I was in 4th grade, living in Greensburg, Pennsylvania, about 70 miles from where Flight 93 crashed. I went to school like it was another day. The teacher tried to teach class, but she was very nervous. All of a sudden, the principal called me to the office. My mom was there, and she said she wanted to take me home. She said an airplane hit the World Trade Center. At the time, I didn’t know what the World Trade Center was, and I thought she was joking. I said, “Take me home when it’s important.” I returned to class, and the teacher asked me why I didn’t go home. I said, “It’s not important. She said something about the World Trade Center getting hit by a plane.” Then, the whole class froze and stared at me like I did something vicious. The teacher then said, calmly, “Yes, 2 airplanes were hijacked and they hit the World Trade Center.” She then told me I better go home, so I did. God bless all those, especially the passengers and crew of Flight 93 for fighting back, who lost their lives on that day. Are you ready? Okay, let’s roll.