I woke up early that morning and something didn’t feel right about that day. My uncle had boarded a plane and was on his way to New York for a Law Enforcement Convention.At about 8:30 that morning,I was at school when my cell phone rang.I couldnt answer it but i asked the teacher if I could go use the restroom.She said yes so I entered a stall to check my voicemail.I heard a tragic message from my uncle saying that he loved me and to watch out for the rest of the family.His flight had been hi-jacked,his life was stolen.The very next thing I heard was a loud crash and then the message ended.I swooned and cried myself sick.That day still haunts me and I hope that America and her allies will bring those responsible to justice.