I was on my way to work, listening to the radio when I heard a plane had hit the twin towers. I first imagined a small plane and maybe the pilot had had a heart attack, but little did I know. By the time I parked and stopped at the coffee shop, the radio there said the word “terrorists”? I think I was at work sitting at my desk when the news of a second plane was announced. It was all very unreal. By then we were hearing of planes being hijacked and another plane hitting the pentagon. I heard of a plane being stopped at Hopkins airport in cleveland and my house is 10 minutes away from there. I work in downtown Cleveland, Ohio – I don’t remember how much time passed – less than an hour maybe and we were told we could go home. When I got home I was alone. It was a bright sunny day but it felt dark somehow.

My kids were at school, and I couldn’t get in touch with my husband because of the phones. It was strange. I can’t imagine the terror those people felt on the planes before they crashed, or the people in the towers who just knew they were going to die. I also don’t understand why this had to happen, or how there can possibly be such evil in the world. All I know is that we need to keep on supporting our president and the troops that are fighting for our freedom!!