9/11/2001 I was 23 years old.
The morning of this tragedy I woke up to a phone call from my mom. I was in Los Angeles and she was in Dallas.
1st plane had hit and while I was on the phone with her we watched the second plane hit. I was in shock… and what really grabbed me is that one of the newscasters cursed on live television.
Like most people in the country I sat around completely numb over the next few days watching more and more television, barely leaving to get food and other things for the house where I lived with two roommates that were going to USC college.
One day outside of our apartment complex we noticed news cameras. It wasn’t the best neighborhood so we honestly though there had been a shooting. The following morning I saw just one camera person and a woman standing on the corner. I asked them what happened or rather I asked why they were there and got to hear yet another supremely tragic story connected to 9/11.
There was a married couple on the second floor of our apartment complex and turns out the husband died on one of the planes. They were newlyweds and had moved to Los Angeles so one of them could attend college. A few days after the attacks, the woman took her own life. Add one more casualty to the count. I’ve cried for them and all the others who perished on those planes and in those buildings. My life was changed forever and death became a more real thing in my life.