I remember that morning on 9/11/01, I was awakened by my mom on the phone with my uncle. She was telling him that someone blew up the White House. Once I got out of bed and walked to the living room half asleep,I turned on the tv to see what the commotion was about. Once I got to the news on the channel they were showing the first tower that was hit. I looked at my mom told her that someone crashed a plane into one of the World Trade Center towers. I told her what she thought the first time about the White House was a misunderstanding. I sat there watching tv while my 1 yr old son and mom were eating breakfast and I watched as the second plane came into the picture and crashed into the second tower. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Could this be real? I couldn’t help but stare in disbelief. When my son ran into the living room,I held onto him so tightly as my eyes welled up with tears. He watched tv with me for a while until I saw the most painful thing to see. When the helpless victims were jumping from the buildings. I had him go back into the kitchen with his Noni so he wouldn’t see that. I cried and told God to please bless those victims as they fell. To bless the families of the victims of the planes and impact zones. To bless all the police and firemen who were risking their lives to save others. To bless the minute those towers fell and all the ones who were trapped. To bless the United 93 and Pentagon victims. I will never ever forget that morning. All this happened 2 days before my 20th birthday. A bittersweet birthday I will never forget. My love to all who have fallen. May you all rest in heavenly peace.