On the morning of September 11th I drove my children to school. At the time they were very young, in kindergarten and first grade. On the way home I was listening to a local radio station. They were talking about a plane hitting the World Trade Center. I thought it was a horroble accident. Everyone on the radio seemed to think so too. it was very early and the plane had just struck. There was not alot of information as to what had exactly happened yet.

When I arrived home I turned on CNN to see what was happening. I sat on the edge of my coffee table, stunned by what I was seeing. Then in front of all of us, the second plane flew right into the other tower. I gasped and covered my mouth. I must have sat that way for at least 5 minutes. Barely breathing and thinking “Oh My God!”.

My thoughts kept turning to the people on the planes and in the towers. Everyone realized for the first time…without a doubt…this was NOT an accident. The scenes of that day, the fire, planes, people jumping, collapsing towers. It was horrid.

As the morning went on we all watched as the Pentagon was struck, and another crashed in the PA field. I went to get my children from school. I was not in fear of them being harmed at school. I simply wanted them near me. Safe, and knowing that so many had lost a parent that day.

I remember the unity afterwards and wish we could get back to it. The first time I saw a plane in the sky again was about a week after the attacks. Everyone in the parking lot where I was just stood and stared upwards at the sky.

God rest their souls and may our country heal.