I was at home sick that day and remember a news flash stating that a plane had crashed into the wtc. At first i thought it was atragic accident. But when the second plane struck the other tower it was clear in my mind that this was no acccident and that someone was declaring all out war on America. I remember seeing those poor souls jumping from the upper reaches of the wtc and i thought how bad must it be up there that the only option is to jump to certain death.
I am a grown man and this still makes me cry 9 years on and all i can say is it was the darkest day in humanity that i can remember. These things can be explained, why it happens, the providence of god and the mysteries of life and death, are the very fibre of our faith. My thoughts are still with the families of the victims and the heroes of FDNY, NYPD & all other heroes who made the ultimate sacrifice.