The phone rang early, It was my son, Turn on the T.V., he said. Why, I asked? just turn on the T.V.! I watched the tower as it was struck by a plane and sat in horror as it seemed in slow motion to happen again!! My sense of well being was shattered, even though I didn’t know what it was that was happening before my very eyes, but it deeply and forever affected me! as I was riveted to the tube, needing desperately to make sense of this Armeggedon I was witnessing, nothing else in my small circle of life mattered at that moment, or for that matter, will ever matter again as it did before 9-11. I spent the next week, riveted to the T.V. every moment of every day, hopeing somehow it spoke unconciously to the world, that it touched and saddended me to the depths of my soul. My husband had just flown in two days before 9-11 from the Boston airport and was telling me how a man of middle eastern descent was being questioned about his box cutter and blade, they let him board the plane with it. for some reason it really un-nerved him and the following day it was all over the news one of the planes had been highjacked with a box cutter. We beleive now it must have been a dry run from the real highjackers, a memory not soon forgotten. Life goes on, sometimes willingly with much appreciation and thankfullness, and some days unwillingly, with deep sadness and despair. But one thing we both cling to is the fact that we felt close to every fellow American, and never in our lives did we share more patriotism or appreciated being an AMERICAN more. (My husband is a Marine who fought in the Viet Nam war) We proudly fly a flag on our house and our car to this day and will for many months to come, it just seems like showing our patriotism is the very least we can do. Never to forget, Jody H