I was in a hotel room in Boise, Idaho when I found out about 9/11. I got up that morning and turned on the news. The first of the Twin Towers had already been hit, and as I was watching, the second tower went up in flames. That was when we realized that this was no accident. I called my wife, and told her to turn on the T.V. I drove all day to get to Spokane, Washington. The freeways were all under construction, and since everyone was listening to the radios, people actually got out of their cars when we were stopped for road work, and started talking about what they had heard. On my way, I stopped at a pay phone, and called my mom in Canada to make sure she was okay. As I was driving, the Pentagon was hit, and the other plane crashed in a field in Pennslyvania. I was so angry, not only because someone had attacked the US, but also because the kind of jihadists had hijacked a religion that is based on zpeace. As much as I looked, I found nothing positive that came from 9/11.