I remember like it was just yesterday. I had left home to go to work early, mailing a few letters for my mother and myself. My older brother was from out of town visiting and we had finished breakfast. After getting into work at the community college that I worked at, I decided to call my mther. She saw on tv what looked like a movie with first tower by a large plane. Thought it was an accident.
Continue from 53. When the second tower was hit, my mother and I both knew we were under attack. I was in shock for a couple of days. It was the following Sunday after Church that I ended breaking down and crying.