I didn't have any tv reception, so my only way of getting any information was listening to the radio. By 10ish, I heard about the Somerset, PA flight 93 crash. I knew that one was closer to home as we are only about 40 miles from there. At that point I called up to my Aunts to find out if she was home yet, I was told by my Uncle that she was on lock down at the school and would call when she got home. All I could do all day was stay glued to the radio and cry. There was nothing I could do but weep for the loved one's lost in this senseless act of terrorism. I was overwhelmed with emotion every time I thought about how many lives were being lost.
Later that afternoon I got a call from a boy that I had plans with that night, and we instead talked about the devastation and how we could reschedule for another day. Shortly after that phone call, my Aunt called and invited me up to the house. They were watching the news and that was the first time I saw just exactly what I had been hearing about. I was in shock all over again. I was thankful to have some family near by to be with during this awful time. I remember the only thing I could do was mourn and pray for the survivors and loved ones that were lost that fateful day.
Do you remember what you were doing, where you were, on this day eleven years ago?
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