I was only 3 years old at the time, so like any toddler, I had no idea what was going on or any understanding of it…

I remember faintly that I was in daycare on that day. Like I said, I can’t remember much, but what I did remember was my mother frantically walking up to the teacher. I saw her whisper something and the teacher looked like she just saw a ghost.

I never even knew what happened until 1 year later… My dad told me his flight had landed early and he saw on a airport TV what had caused his plane-like many others- to stop. That’s When my dad signed up for the FAM Service… He signed up as an air Marshall, to be stationed in the one place no one on my family wanted him… New York…

It took him almost 12 years to finally get lucky and transfer back home….