Mr. Bayer-Larson

I was working on a landscape crew in Manchester-by-the-Sea. It was a beautiful day, the perfect day to be planting flowers. Everything was normal until a neighbor came running outside and told us to throw down our shovels and rakes and join him in his house to watch the news. He said something awful had happened and we needed to see it. When we got into his house I was shocked by what I saw on the television. By this time both towers were burning. Suddenly, the broadcasters switched to footage of the Pentagon in D.C. and we were all confused.  A third plane? In D.C.? In an instant it seemed like everything had changed. My safe little life in America, far away from the troubled world, had been threatened. Anything could happen. I remember that we had to work for the rest of the day, raking lawns, spreading mulch. What had earlier been so enjoyable now seemed so pointless. We just wanted to go home and learn more about what was going on. I felt scared for my family so I called my mom. She was fine of course, she didn't live anywhere near the carnage. I just had to check in and hear her voice.