We were in the process of moving. I had dropped my daughter off at school and was heading back to my parents’ house on Cape Cod. We had spent the summer with them and were moving to a small town north of Cape Cod, MA. I was listening to Good Morning America on the radio. That was before they converted all the TV stations to digital, I could get the audio portion of the ABC station on my car radio. The anchors were broadcasting that a small plane had hit the World Trade Center Tower. At about this time I was crossing the Sagamore Bridge on to Cape Cod. It was a beautiful, crystal clear blue sky morning. There was not a cloud in the sky. When I started to see the planes taking off from Otis Air Field. Otis at that time was an Air National Guard training center. We got to know when the reservists were flying. They would show up and start flying on Thursday afternoon. Fly straight through the weekend until Monday afternoon. This was a Tuesday. The planes did not fly on Tuesday. I started to get concerned when I kept seeing plane after plane take off. One right after the other. There must have been at least seven if not more. I kicked up the speed of my minivan and headed to my Mom and Dad’s. I walked into the house and around the back hall just as the second plane hit the second tower. It was surreal. I could not believe what I was watching on TV. My husband was working in Boston at the time and was evacuated out of his high rise office building. He picked up our daughter from school later that day and came home. Two days later we moved into our rental home, two weeks early. The owners of the home were heading to Florida and the husband had been on a business trip to New Jersey, I think. He could not get home. There were no rental cars available. So the wife packed up her stuff and put the dog in the car and headed south. Picking up her husband on the way. For us, crossing the Sagamore Bridge meant seeing the Massachusetts National Guard and Army personal, standing guard at the rotary. Seeing armored vehicles and weapons protecting a bridge that is used primarily for vacationers was scary. Our lives changed that day. No longer will we glide through the airport, taking our guest to the gate, and watching their plane back away from the jetway. My daughters live a totally different world than I did at their ages. May God Bless everyone who was effected by the selfishness of thugs.