I was working in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania on 9/11/2001…about 90 miles from home. I was working in my company’s regional office. The secretary at the office said a plane just hit the World Trade Center. I thought it was a small plane. We got a TV out of the warehouse and connected it and turned it on. Shortly after turning the television on, we saw the second plane hit the south tower. At that point, the local news was telling people to leave the city because there were more planes in the sky and thought the possibility of a plane hitting Three Mile Island Nuclear power plant was hight. Of course, you had to get behind the politicians leaving the city first! The secretary’s husband worked at TMI and she was in tears. She told me to get out of here as fast as possible, but I felt guilty leaving because of her concern for her husband. I waited for awhile until she contacted her husband to determine he was OK. I left to head home. I remember signs on the interstates reading “all roads to New York City are closed”. On my way home, I kept an ear to the radio to find out that a plane had hit the pentagon and there was still one more plane unaccounted for. That was flight 93. I felt outraged and sad. On my drive home I learned of flight 93 coming down in Pennsylvania. I’ve since then visited the memorial. A very sobering experience. I still feel sadness and outrage that this happened.