I had gotten up at 5 a.m. to take one of my friends to the hospital for a scheduled c-section. I returned home around 7 a.m. and dozed on the couch for a couple of hours before I had to go to work. I woke up and got ready for work and got my 4 year old son ready to go to the babysitters. I didn’t turn on the T.V. at all, but on the way to my son’s babysitters, I heard on the radio something about the World Trade Centers and the Pentagon. I didn’t really understand what was going on. I took my son to his babysitters and then headed off to work. On the way to work, it made a little more sense to me what exactly had happened, but I still didn’t understand. I remember thinking “there is no way we will be able to work today.” I work for a research company doing surveys over the phone and I knew NO ONE would want to do any type of survey that day. When I pulled up to work there was a co-worker outside shaking her head at me and saying “No work today” and then she preceded to tell me a little more in depth what was happening. We stood there and cried together and then I went back to pick up my son. We said a prayer together on the way home and I just cried and cried looking at my son through the rear view mirror thanking God he was still here with me and hurting for those who will never get to pray with their loved ones again. I went home and watched the news coverage the rest of the day and into the night. We did not work for the rest of the week, which was very hard for me because I have no paid vacation and I am a single mother, so it did indirectly affect me. But I don’t want to sound selfish, because I would not have wanted to even do my job and call people on that day and the days following. My heart goes out to each and everyone who lost someone that September Day. May peace be with you soon.