I just had gottne back to my town late on September 10. We had been in NYC to visit family. I had wen to work the next day at 10:00 am, and I had heard nothing about it til then. “Oh my God!” All I could think about was Michael’s family, were any of them around there? Then I starting thinking about how I was supposed to be there right now. That was the plan. We were really going to say till the Wednesday and go see the Statue of Liberty and everything around there, but we didn’t want to take that much time off of work. Wow! I can’t stop to think what it would have been like. Then to find out later that night that Michaels’ grandmother had to walk across that long bridge. I hope pray that nothing like this happens again.