I was at the pediatrician’s office with my two younger boys and the doctor’s mother called from New York and told him that a plane hit one of the Twin Towers. He came back into the examining room and shared with me what his mother said. He was in shock but we talked and figured that it had to be some sort of pilot error or plane problem that would make it fly so low. A few minutes later the phone rang again and his mother was frantic this time. The other tower was hit. I did everything I could in those first few seconds to take a deep breath and not panic and then I started to pray. I gathered by boys and was out the door and on my way to pick up my older son from his first grade classroom. I was the first mother to arrive at the school and by the time I left the school, mother’s and nannies were flooding the school office to do the same.
Now ten years later……I still remember where I was and how I felt. I still continue to pray for those families that were personally affected by a loss of a loved one.
New York to me is a very special place…..a place where my ancestors first came to be a part of this great country.
God Bless you.