It started at around 7:20 that morning when my mother-in-law knocked on our door and told us to turn the T.V. on. I turned to Channel 7 (ABC in our area), and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I have never been to New York in my life, but what I felt was so strong, that it felt like I was there with them. My husband left for school, but returned home an hour later. My daughter was still sleeping. I got dressed and joined my mother-in-law in the living room until my daughter woke up, she was just over a year old. I was terrified, sad, nervous and worried. I called my grandparents (who live across town)and they were just waking up. I told them to turn on the news. I had also called my dad who is an hour away from us, and told him. As I was on the phone I remeber seening the towers crash down into rubble. I started to cry. My daughter saw me crying and came over to me and hugged me. I made sure that she didn’t watch what was on the news. She watched the Disney Channel and played with her toys. I was scared to leave the front of our house.
As I look back on the past year after 9/11, I see things in a new way. 9/11 inspired me to enter the medical field. As of October 2002 I will be a Certified Administrative Medical Assistant.
I would like to send out my love and prayers for everyone who lost someone on 9/11.