My husband and I had breakfast together on the morning of September 11th, he worked in the World Trade Center. He had told me that they had offered him the day off, but we needed the money so he had said he’d work that morning, so I said goodbye to him as he left.

About 15 minutes before the Twin Towers were hit, I was shopping about 2 blocks away from them at a clothing store. I suddenly felt very sick to my stomach for only a brief minute or two and then it passed. Then came this horrible rumbling and the next thing I remember was running outside and looking down the street. That was when I saw them… those gracious and beautiful buildings falling. I screamed and began to run towards them but a policeman grabbed me and ran with me away. Clouds of white billowed and then that was the last time I saw my husband. I miss him but I am an American and like it has been said” together we fight, together we fall.”

GOD BLESS AMERICA, MY HOME SWEET HOME!!!