I am watching this show on CBS about the World Trade Center ... and I am reliving this day all over again ... I can't stop crying ... I can't stop being thankful I didn't go to work that day ... so happy I was at home and not in the city ... what a horrible horrible day ... they are showing the fire station that was near my work ... it is a war zone ... rubble in the street ... I can't stop watching it but it is making my chest hurt ... it is being at September 11th all over again ...


growing up I remember hearing the stories of my parents as to where they were when JFK was assonated ... it was my dad's birthday and my mom was walking across campus ... she remembers stopping at the bookstore and seeing a book titled "Fools Die On Friday" ... leaving the bookstore and seeing people run to the student lounge to see the TV yelling ... "JFK has been shot"


I wondered what my kids would one day ask me if I knew where I was when something happened ... I remember where I was when I heard Elvis died [playing with play-dough on a rainy day and my mom sobbing on the couch] ... or when John Lennon was killed [my mom woke me up to get ready for school ... she was crying and told me one of the Beatles had been killed] ... or maybe when Reagan had an attempt on his life ... [I heard it on the radio on the way home from school] ... or when the space shuttle blew up [I was taking a biology test and my teacher, Mr. Serio, was listening to the radio and started to cry and turned on the TV in the classroom so we could see what happened] ...


but now I know ... when I have kids ... they will ask me where I was the day the terrorists attacked The World Trade Center ... and I will tell them mommy was lucky enough to have stayed home from work that day ... that I was supposed to be in the city ... blocks from the terror but instead I had chosen to stay home that day and I was in front of the TV watching the horror ... crying ... and answering phone calls and emails from loved ones letting them know I was alright ...


thank god ...