I was living just outsided of New York City when the attacks happened. I was actually getting on a train to head into the downtown area when the first tower was struck. At first we were all trying to figure out how such a horrible accident happened on such a clear beautiful September morning. When the second plane hit we knew that it was no accident.
When I was growing up my father was a police officer and a volunteer fire fighter. We knew a lot of city cops and firefighters. Not all of them came home that day. It was so hard sitting with their families and just watching the towers fall again and again as it was replayed on the news, knowing that their husbands and fathers had been inside. The attacks of 9/11 showed me how a few hateful people can impact a large number of people, but it also showed me how love can help us rise above that and come together as a community.
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