I was home on maternity leave. My beautiful newborn daughter was six days old. I had just awakened because my daughter started crying. I put her in bed with me and turned on the television. It was already on one of the network channels and I had the sound turned down. All I could tell at first was that they were showing a picture of the WTC towers and that one of them was on fire. I couldn’t really figure out what was going on. As I sat there and watched this, I saw what I thought was a plane flying near the south tower. At first, I thought they might be assessing the damage to the north tower, but then I saw it crash into the south tower. I was stunned. All I could think was, why did that plane just crash into the tower? I turned the sound up on the television and heard what was going on. I started to cry at that point. I felt so sad for all of the people who were in the towers when the plane struck and then when the towers collapsed. It was awful to watch, but there was not much else I could do. I was basically stuck at home because my doctor wouldn’t allow me to drive yet and my husband was at work. All I could do the rest of the day was watch the events unfold on television, the planes crashing into the Pentagon and in Pennsylvania shortly thereafter. I prayed to God all day long to keep us all safe. I knew after that day, life in the US as we knew it would never be the same again.