September 11

I was in my pajamas, sitting on my bed sipping a hot cup of tea before getting into the shower. I clicked the remote to turn on the TV. When the picture appeared, I couldn't believe what I was seeing: planes flying into the twin towers, the towers burning, people jumping to their deaths, firemen entering the burning buildings. I sat glued to the TV, praying for the people inside, hoping that most of them could get out, crying for those above the fire who were doomed, thinking of their families and loved ones.

Suddenly it dawned on my how lucky I was. Yes, I had been through a lot. But at least I was alive.