{Nine11}

I just finished reading a post that my friend Kim wrote regarding 9/11. All day long I have been thinking about what I was doing seven years ago when the attacks happened. It makes me very sad to think about that day.

Here's what I remember:

Brad had left for work about a 30 minutes before the 1st attach happened, my brother Heath, who was living with us at the time, was still asleep after working the night before. I was getting ready for work and had the TV on 2 News when they had the first report of a plane hitting one of the World Trade Center buildings. My first reaction was that someone flying a small plane had committed suicide or something. I stopped what I was doing to watch the news report. They were showing a live shot of the building burning when out of no where another plane flew right into the other building. It took my breath away! I couldn't believe what I just saw. I immediately ran into Heath's room and told him to get up. There was something big happening. I made him come in and watch the news with me. We both just sat there in total shock. What could possibly be happening?

I went into work and being the first person in the office I walked back to the production area to asked if my co-workers on shift had heard about the Twin Towers. We set up a TV in the break room so we could be in touch with the latest events. It was hard to get any work done that day. I kept thinking about how this event had changed all of our lives.

It makes me sad to think that terrorism exist. How can someone justify these kinds of actions? They obviously have no love in their hearts. What a sad existence.