It was a Tuesday morning and I was running late to go to church for the day. Betty was staying home that morning, doing laundry and cleaning house. I heard her from the living room say that a plane had just flew into the World Trade Center. I thought that was very odd, so I stopped and watched. The newscaster said that he thought it was a DC - 9 or something that had hit the tower. I knew immediately that he was wrong - the crash was too large. I was confused and concerned. The first thought that ran through my mind was . . . this isn't an accident. In a few minutes I watched as the second place struck the second tower. Horrified I knew that we were under attack.
Where were you on 9/11? Let us know.