while i had watched the shuttle explosion on tv when i was in high school and remember crying and us students being really upset, the horror i felt while witnessing that second plane fly into the twin towers was nothing i had ever felt before. i was at home with my son, my husband at work and my daughter in school and usually we were watching sesame street at the time, for some reason on that particular morning, we had cbs on and the news broke about the first plane. moments later the phone rang - it was my mom and we both watched and cried as the 2nd plane hit. i remember being very afraid and confused and just in shock - how could this happen? then the reality of all those people in the buildings that are now injured, the dying and the dead; their families - mothers and fathers, husbands and wives, sons and daughters now gone or worse yet, now left to mourn. the theories abound on whose fault it was, what could have been done to prevent such a horror, the series of events that lead up to this, considered one of the worse things that we as a country have experienced. well, it doesn't really matter - it happened and those wounds still need healing. my thoughts and prayers this morning go out to all those who died, who worked in the rescue efforts, to those who lost family & friends, but most of all, to all those men and women who have fought and died in the war resulting from 9/11. they and their families are still paying the price; may we all have peace soon.
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asian-pacific journal online
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