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Remembering 9/11


I had spent the morning getting supplies together for a sewing class that started at ten.  There had been no time for watching television.  It was only when I was in my car on the way to the class that I heard about the first plane going into the tower.

There was no answers then; just speculation on what had happened. Saddam Hussian's name was tossed around by the frightened people working the morning shift.  I had reached the store where the class was taking place when we learned about the second plane crashing into the second tower.

Immediately, I thought about where each member of my family was.  My oldest son was traveling, and I walked the floor of the classroom until his wife called  and let me know that he was safe and no where near New York or Washington, D.C.  Then I went home, because home is where I always go when I'm hurting.

That day, we learned new lessons about hate and evil.  We lost our innocence.  We are a changed people.

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