Like most people that day, I got up and began my usual routine. I ate breakfast, took my husband to work and came home to straigten up the house. Meanwhile I was watching some boring show on tv. I glanced at the clock and realized it was time for Judge Milian to come on so I yelled for my Aunt and flipped the channel. What I saw took my breath away. The first Tower was on fire and smoke just poured out. I really thought that it had “just caught fire.” I sat down on the couch next to Aunt Judy and watched the scene unfold, unable to tear myself away. Then out of nowhere the second plane hit the other Tower and my heart sank to the floor, I knew something was seriously wrong. As the news started flooding in as to what actually happened the tears just flowed along with it. My Aunt and I just sat there crying, knowing that thousands of people had just lost their lives. Then not soon after that The Pentagon was hit and I remember thinking, “My God, this is the end of life as we’ve known it.”
I jumped in my car and went to my husband’s work to make sure he was okay and to fill him in just in case he hadn’t heard. He stood there and held me for what seemed like forever before telling me to go home. I continued to watch the news unable to turn it off and slowly the tears faded and anger took over. I couldn’t believe someone would actually have the guts to do something like this. And even now, it makes me mad to think that so many innocent people lost their lives because of one group of people. While I may not be as connected to this as some people are, I will always remember where I was, who I was with, and how it made me feel. Mostly though, I will remember the people, the hurt, the anger, and the way that the United States pulled together. We are truly returning to One Nation Under God. God Bless all those who put their lives on the line for us and to all those who continue fighting for our freedom.