I was sitting in the dining hall my Senior year at Saint Francis University when I saw the plans strike the towers. I went to class thinking, “its not in my backyard.” As we got into class, the prof sent us to the computer lab so they could use our classroom, one of the only ones with the capability into a TV viewing room. That is where I found out that a plane had struck the Pentagon and one had crashed in Western Pennsylvania… a mere seconds in the air from where I was standing.

I left that class and went to the next one still wondering if what I had just saw on TV was real, or if I was dreaming. It was all anybody was talking about. My next class lasted about 20 minutes, and everybody left to find the nearest TV or group of friends.

Being from the Baltimore area and having an uncle that worked in the Capitol Building, it started to hit me… what if that plane that crashed miles from me, had hit the Capitol with my uncle in it. I called everybody that I knew to try to find out if everyone was ok, and to see if any word had been found out about my uncle. Finally I heard that he was ok, as was the rest of my family. Being so far away at that time was both a comfort and disheartening. There was nothing i could do but go about my routine and thank GOD that everyone in my family was ok.