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Feels like yesterday. Someone had a desktop TV at work and had one of the morning shows on. I heard her, "Oh my God, is that real?" and went over to look. I saw the replay of the first tower being hit and none of us believed it was real at first. We thought it was some movie publicity stunt. Within a few minutes, the second was hit, and we closed the office.
I remember picking my kids up from school early that morning, trying not to frighten them. I remember not being able to make calls and trying to contact my cousin that lives and works in the City.
Although I never lived in Manhattan, my Aunt and Uncle had lived there, I've spent many hours there including the two summers I worked there, and my grandmother had died there. It felt like home to me and it tore me up inside. Although I didn't lose anyone related to me, it felt as though I lost many.
I remember immediately trying to join one of the armed services to protect my childrens' futures but finding out that I'm considered too old. I remember hours, days and weeks in front of the television, mourning and grieving in disbelief and shock.
I have not forgotten, nor will I ever.
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We are always more anxious to be distinguished for a talent which we do not possess, than to be praised for the fifteen which we do possess.
Mark Twain
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