I was backed in to a small trailer home about to make a delivery when my dad called and asked if I had heard. We were on the phone when the second plane hit and my dad had a hard time telling me what had happened. I remember feeling short pangs of panic when the planes we allowed to start flying again, our home is on a route they use from the regional airport. Getting used to hearing them fly over us at night took a while.
My heart goes out to those who lost a loved one on that day.
My unending gratitude goes to those who have kept us safe for the last seven years. |