I woke
up the morning of 9/11/2001 at 5:00AM , feeling good. My husband
left for work, my son for school and I was getting my daughter dressed for
daycare. The television was on, but I was not looking or listen to it.
My
daughter said, “Mommy look, the building burning.”
Fire
and black smoke was coming from one of the World Trade Center buildings. It was so surreal
that I said, “They are probably filming a movie.” (Oh how I wish that a movie
was being filmed on that heartbreaking day and not a real life event.)
I
dropped my daughter to daycare, hurried home and sat in front of the
television. A plane came on the screen. It was flying towards WTC and I thought
that this was a replay of the first plane crash. I gasped in shocked, as the
reporter said that this was another plane. I looked through the window and
thick black smoke was moving across the sky. The reporter then said that
another plane crashed into the Pentagon. This was the third plane that crashed
into buildings. I wondered what was going on and my heart was racing. A bitter
taste was in my mouth. Fear was embedded deep within me, but I was thinking
that man was at it again. He was hell bent on hurting man…
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