I was 4 at the time. I remember sitting in the dentist chair, watching the tv. I was watching a cartoon, then all of a sudden the channel changed, and there was the towers on the screen. one of them was on fire. I remember looking to my aunt who was with me, and she was just in shock. once I got home, my aunt turned on the tv and we watched. My parents weren’t home at the time. They were in the city, in the lawyer’s office, signing off on our new house that we would move into that next March. I remember my mom telling me that she was going to the city, so I started to worry, then my aunt reassured me that they weren’t anywhere near the towers. But I did know that my grandpa worked at Borough Manhattan Community College, which is on the same block as the towers. Him and his colleagues offered to set up a triage area in the gym of the college. but once they got the triage area set up and there were no survivors coming in, only police, firefighters and EMS personel coming in, they realized there probably wont be any survivors. My grandfather then stepped outside and was talking to a woman, when the 1st tower collapsed and a piece of debris came down and crushed the woman he was talking to. Just like that, my grandpa could of been killed. He then spent 2 months at ground zero, helping with the rescue and recovery efforts. He did not go home for those 2 months. My grandfather is now suffering from the effects of being there for that long. He has had cancer since then, several back surgeries, and breathing problems. I am thankful that my grandfather made it home alive after that horrible day.