I was a senior in high school, on my way to my lit class when the planes hit. I remember every moment from that time on was quiet. Somber.
I remember coming out of class and an acquaintance running up to me scared out of his mind cuz his dad was supposed to be there, in one of the towers, for a job interview. We stopped in the middle of the hall and prayed together about his dad.
I remember going to church with my family for a prayer vigil.
I remember even then knowing that what was happening was going to change the world somehow.
19 years later and those feelings are all still strong.
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