I was living in Newport Beach, CA. I moved there from Philadelphia in July 2000. I normally fall asleep with the tv on, but the night before 9/11, I didn’t. I had a 10 minute drive to work. I was delivering a customer service seminar to hospital employees where I worked and wanted to get there early. I always listened to Danny Bonaduce on the radio on my drive into work, but there was a different air about his voice. He was very serious. He said very seriously “I normally joke about stuff, but this time I’m not joking. Something just slammed into the World Trade Center and the building is on fire”. I was in shock and started crying. One of the seminar attendees said that she had a relative that either worked or lived near the WTC. I hugged her and consoled her. I felt guilty because I should have been on the East Coast instead of sunny california while this was going on. I traveled back to Philadelphia for the Jewish holidays the following Sunday and wanted to go, but couldn’t bring myself to see what Ground Zero looked like. It was too hard. My sister had just taken my mom there for Mother’s Day to the Windows of the World restaurant, and now, I’ll never have that opportunity to go because it doesn’t exist.