11 years ago, I had just gotten up. My husband was at work. My sister called and said, "Turn on your TV". I couldn't believe it. The first tower had just been hit. Then the second tower was hit. My sister was panicky because her son worked in the financial district, right there in NYC. She kept trying to call him but got no answer. I watched, glued to the screen with a horrible feeling in my soul as people jumped from the towers and then the towers fell one, then the other. My sister's son saw the first tower fall and was in that hoard of people that fled the area. He still won't talk about it at all. He finally got a cell phone signal and called to say he was alright. It was one of the most horrible days I can remember.
I watched the firemen as they were running to the devastation and the policemen with the looks of disbelief. It seemed like the end of the world.
We prayed for all the souls that went to heaven that day.