I think this is one of those moments like “where were you when Kennedy was shot?”

I can see clearly in my mind where I was when I first learned that the towers were falling–

My youngest was home sick that day and I was playing on the internet while she watched TV (same room). (I still had a house -what a concept.)  I actually found out what was happening by the posts of a blog I was on–some of the members were in New York City, and they posted heart-wrenching posts.

I told my daughter to turn it to the news station, and watched in disbelief as the second tower was hit.  I’m still unclear on whether I was actually watching it being hit or whether I was a few minutes late–the time was about the same as the tower was hit.

I’ll never forget the utter terror of people running away from the mayhem.  Or seeing people jumping from the buildings.  Or the stories of those who saved others at their own peril.

God Bless us everyone.

(I’ll save the political commentary for another time.)