A co-worker called from USF to tell me about the plane going into the building and I screamed at her and cried and said you are wrong the attack happened in 1993 . I knew one of the six that perished in that attack. I was going in circles and saying oh my god. looking for a TV remote, and not knowing where my sons were. I had to go through california to locate my son who worked in the financial district who I found at 9 oclock that evening. My cousin Tom Falco was trapped in the rubble (Ladder six) Six and a lady. His children Laura and Tommy were hysterical as they did not knowe the whereabouts of their dad. They were under the rubble for four hours. The devastation of that day and the 30 people that between me and my children know that were lost that horrific day. My one son has not recovered from those chain of events, he is suffering from post traumatic stress syndrom and was hospitalized for two and a half months. The healing is slow, and he has not been back to work and we are trying to get him back and for the grace of god I pray this will happen one day, and that we all as a nation can move forward with a positive attitude, but yet still watch our backs and to never forget or let our guard down. God bless all of the lost and the fallout of that day. God Bless America, as we all reflect on this horrible Day in our lives.