I remember that morning, seven years ago, as clearly as if it were just last week. Rushing around with one of my sons... trying to get bathed and dressed and thoughts all in order to go to a business meeting.... my other son fixing us some coffee and breakfast and trying to help us get on our way.

"Mom.. you better come see this" he called from the other room..... I grabbed a cup of coffee and joined him... standing in front of the TV... He stood with his coffee half way to his mouth and his eyes wide open... staring at the TV.... and I joined him.... I too stared......

The building with a great void in the side and smoke pouring out... I quickly called my other son.... "Come.... Come NOW"

The picture was not making any sense and neither was the announcer.... nothing was making sense.....

Suddenly, another plane appeared in the picture and leisurely flew into the side of the other building.... more smoke poured forth.... My sons and I stood there... mouths open... coffee part way to our mouths... brains frozen in time....

The announcer was shrieking something or another.... My brain was creaking slowly into action.... thoughts were starting to form.... "attack.... we were being attacked.... Pearl Harbor.... were we safe in Dallas?.... New York City was under kamakazi attack.... where was SAC... where were our fighters? Where was our umbrella of protection? Our radar? ok... they were too low for radar and they were our planes... our planes... hijacked... diving into our buildings... OMG.... war.... was this it.... World War III? Who... Who... Why.... What were they saying? more planes unaccounted for.... the Pentagon under attack? OMG... were we safe? My children... how did I keep my children safe... My husband... he was 300 miles away... was he safe?... Call him..... the smoke... there was so much smoke... and now the building... one of them crumpling... were the people out? how could they be out?... Dear God... help the people out..... The other building... crumpling.... the debris flying through the air... the dust.. the people running.... hiding... running...the air dark with dust and smoke and debris flying everywhere... the screaming...Dear God...."

Our world would never be the same.

Angel