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I woke with a start on that Tuesday morning. I don’t usually wake up that early, either, just before 6 a.m., but I was wide awake, so I turned on the TV. As I watched the screen, I felt like I’d been hit by a two-by-four. Commentators were opining on what had just happened, but I only caught snatches of what they said as I watched smoke pour from a New York skyscraper. What? Who? When? were the questions attacking my brain.
Like many people I spent many days in shock, trying to comprehend the 9/11 attacks. I spent that first day praying for the people who were trapped in the towers, as they predicted tens of thousands may have died. My husband was out of town, and we realized it might be several days before he could fly home. He assured me that it would be safer than ever, since the airlines would be on hyper alert. All I could think about were the people who were killed or who were devastated emotionally. And that my husband was not home to hold me in his arms.