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2005-05-20

It was a day like any other, I was living in South West Florida and it was a hot and sunny day. My college classes just began a few weeks before. I was taking classes to become an EMT, so on this particular day I had my first exam. The enitre class had just finished with the exam and our instructor collected them and stood in front of the class with the department head of the EMT division to tell us the horrible news. At this point all they knew and could tell us was that a plane had hit one of the Twin Towers. The class was stunned and several people left in tears. It wasn't a terrorist attack at this time, just an "accident." Our instructor released us early and by the time I had reached my truck, the other Tower was hit too. I sat there in shock, as I listened to my radio for the news. I thought it was the end of the world. I cried for the loss of life, I cried for the loss of innocense that consumed me, and I cried because New York was my home state. I had family there, and friends, and I was worried deeply worried for them all. By the time I could get home from class, the other 2 areas of the country had been struck with the tragedy as well. Even though the 9/11 attack didn't cause me to lose a loved one, I still felt the loss of life of so many fellow human beings and I prayed for the lost and wounded. I have never been the same.