On 9/9 i spent my first time in new york city for a soccer tournament and i came there from oregon and three days earlier i stood on the roof of the north tower looking over all of new york and i thought this was a once in a lifetime oppurtunity and i told my dad that i would like to come back here sometime again but 3 days later i wouldn’t be able to.. a tragedy occured and i was devastated because i was on a plane back home when the terrorist attacks occured i could of been on the plane which hit the towers…flying to portland straight from jfk airport…my mom about had a heart attack she thought we were one of the planes so she called any number she looked up in the book to find me and certain enough she found me that i was stuck in michigan for 2 more weeks because no planes could go in the air so i had to drive from detroit to portland….