#1902 | Tuesday, September 10th 2002
My boyfriend and I were staying with his brother and sister-in-law in Norwood, Mass, just outside of Boston. We arrived on 7/11 and had planned to visit NY that weekend. To say that our 2 week break in the USA was spent mostly in shock would be an understatement... Our thoughts were and still are with the victims, their families and friends... Also, I couldn't stop thinking about my father, a retired fireman, at home in Yorkshire in the UK. I try to tell my family and friends how much they mean to me, as often as possible... You just never know....
We will be visiting NY in April 2003 and we will visit Ground Zero to pay our respects..

Cheryl Kennington | 35 | United Kingdom

#1845 | Monday, September 9th 2002
The Aftermath – September 11, 2001

Love endures and Hate churns.
Children scream while Fires burn.
Freedom is lost and Justice Aches
Over 3000 Perish while a Nation shakes.

Survivors weep and the president Despairs
But families unite while War is declared.
A giant awakes and Courage is found.
Troops mobilize while Bombs hit the ground.

The world watches and the enemy Hides
Peace is lost while Strength provides.
Tyrants are evicted and Warlords disjointed.
A nation starts over while a King is anointed.

Soldiers fight Bravely and Victories are Won.
Battles complete but the War is not done.
Evil is the Enemy and Hate is his Knife
Victory is Futile after a Family losses a Life.

Wives without Husbands and Fathers without Sons.
Daughters without Mothers, in the name of God this was Done?
Only Love will prevail while Evil is stripped of his Hate.
Only Understanding will let our Pain Terminate.

We must not become that which we Despise
But we must not forget those who Lost Loved Lives
If we fail to execute our war against Terror.
Then we fail to protect our Freedom to Love Altogether

Brave men and women who wear a patch on their arm…
Love just as much as those who were harmed.
That is why we must continue to go wherever Evil hides…
For the sake of the Children who have Not Yet Lost Their Lives.

The Enemy is Evil and he knows not what is Right
A Nation seeks Justice but Sleeps without it this Night.
The Enemy is Evil and he Cares not for your Life.
That is why we must Find him … and Stab him… with his very own Knife.

Mourn our Loved... Mourn our Cherished... but take Evil to Task.
So “Lets Roll” to Baghdad and Kick his Evil ASS…
Find Sadaam.. Find Bin Laden.. Rob Evil of Life.
Find Justice.. Find Vengeance... Then Banish Evil’s Knife.

In memory - Richard Bradford

Richard Bradford | 35 | Florida

#1765 | Sunday, September 8th 2002
I was at my desk at working and a colleague was on the telephone to his wife. She was at home watching TV that afternoon with her two young children. During the call my workmate remarks that his wife must be watching a film - the response comes back that she is in fact watching a breaking news story. We all race upstairs and switch on our TV to watch in horror a plane hit the south tower (we later find out that this is the second plane). Much speculation is made of why and who etc. We return to our desks only to told via further telephone calls that first one then both tower had fallen. The afternoon continues in silence. I leave for with my thoughts thousands of miles away for those people how had the lives taken.
Paul Dallimore | 35 | United Kingdom

#1687 | Friday, September 6th 2002
I work for Aon in Pittsburgh. The receptionist told me about the first plane, and after I wasn't able to get through to any news websites, I called my wife and told her to turn on CNN. She turned the TV on, and watched the second plane hit on live TV. After the towers fell and the Pentagon was hit, our building was evacuated. I wasn't really scared for my personal safety until we learned about the plane going down in Somerset County, PA. If I would've looked up, I could have probably seen it pass over Pittsburgh
Jim | 35 | Pennsylvania

#1647 | Monday, September 2nd 2002
“Where was I on September 11th?”

Unknown to me that morning, for the last time I would be able to step on the plane with minutes to spare. I settled in aboard the 6:00am American Airline flight from Minneapolis to Dallas (and ultimately on to Houston).
I had taken this flight numerous times over the last year. My children had moved with their mother back to Minnesota, and I had taken on the traveler role. Once a month, for five days with the return flight out of Minneapolis on a Tuesday. The last year …….so much had happened. The falling apart of a marriage, the separation, My wife taking the children back to Minnesota, the divorce, my mothers cancer, the pressures of work. Each day before September 11th was a reminder of what a challenge life had turned out to be for me.
Falling asleep, I began the pattern that I knew so well. As I seasoned traveler I had become savvy in the airports, knew my way around delays, and could fall asleep in a heartbeat once sat. As we landed in Dallas, I began to make my way towards my connecting flight on the next concourse. I noted a few people gathered around a television, and approached. The pictures were unclear, the sound was down. My first thought was “What building is on fire in Downtown Dallas”?
Reflecting back on the next few hours is still a bit of a blur for me. So much happening, incomplete information coming to me as I continued to push on towards my gate. I actually still felt like I was going to be flying on to Houston. The cell phone began ringing with the many family and friends that knew I was flying. I settled into a seat in front of my gate and watched as the Pentagon was hit, the towers collapsed, and the airports were shut down.
A friend in Dallas was able to help me sift through the mountain of luggage, get out of the airport, and get me one of the last rental cars in Dallas. After contacting my boss, he had let me know that he wanted me to get down to Houston; “Get to Houston-you are supposed to work tonight”. That pressure, the unknown of what was happening with the attacks, the massive weight of being away from the children again, stayed with me as I pressed on towards Houston. I decided to drive with the radio off, so that I could absorb what was occurring. Making it into town, into the restaurant, and then home sealed what was working in me.
I cannot fathom the sadness of the many that lost loved ones that day, suddenly, unknowingly, so violent. I do not know if I ever will be able to.
For Me, September 11th crystallized what I knew I had to do. Within 6 months, I had left my job of 10+ years & relocated back to be with my children. I also had the opportunity to be together with my family as my mother passed. September 11th reminded me how much I love those around me, and that I had the energy, power and will to show them that. I continue to feel that as I make further steps forward in life.
I look forward to being in New York with my children in the coming week, as I show them the “persevering” spirit that life calls for on occasion, and the energy that occurs when people work together.
God Bless

Jim Hofer | 35 | Minnesota

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