The telephone was ringing. It woke me up. I reached out for it. It was Garrett. He told me to hurry and turn on the news. Then he hung up. Surprised, I picked up my little Gracie. She wasn’t even one yet. I sped into the tv room. Sitting down, I turned on the tv. What I saw never left my memory. It was all over the news. ‘ The World Trade Center has been hit by terrorists.’ I sat there dumbstruck.