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story7653.xml

I volunteer on Tuesdays in a place where there is only a radio. My supervisor picked me up, and asked if I'd had my TV on that morning. It was already 9:00 because the first plane had just hit when she was about to leave her house. We spent the rest of the day glued to the radio, or on the phone with her husband. We were both in shock, and stopped often to pray. Not much work got done. I just thank God we didn't have any clients scheduled that day, and that no walk-ins came in. When I got home that evening, I spent the next three hours watching the news reports, and crying.

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2002-09-16