I couldn't catch my breath when I saw on TV what was happening. A dear friend of mine was in one of those towers-somewhere around the 78th floor. I had just spent Labor Day weekend with her in New York.
As I tried frantically to reach her on the phone, tears streamed down my face and I couldn't stop sobbing. Where was she? Was she all right? All sorts of scenarios were running through my mind. Was she able to get to a stairwell? Was she trapped somewhere unable to get out? Was she one of the women jumping out of the window? Or had God mercifully taken her on impact? I held out hope until I saw the towers fall. Something told me she was inside. We never found any trace of her.