When 911 happened

I was driving to work oblivious to what was happening in the world. Then my friend Justin called me like he usually did every morning and told me that a plane crashed into the Trade Center. I remember not even knowing what the Trade Center was. I remembered thinking that it was horrible for that to happen but not quite sure how this was any different from any other plan crash. He started explaining to me the magnitude of the situation and I started to grasp that this was something way different than anything else. I tured on the radio and it was everywhere. Then I got to work and saw the images on TV at a business next door. It was true horror. Somehow we got a TV in the office for us and all day all we saw where images that will forever be engraved in my mind. Nobody was hungry that day, nobody cared whether payments were being made or not (I worked for a finance company). Customers who we were always on edge with were suddenly our friends as we mourned together. I didn't personally know anyone that was in those towers that day. But the pain was the same for all of us. In the days, weeks and months to come people tried to rebuild themselves but the pain was still to real. Eight years have passed since the day that America united on our knees. My heart, love and tears go out not only to every person that was there that day, but also to everybody that remembers. My question for you today is: Where were you when 911 happened? May God bless the families of those who gave the ultimate sacrifice and those who continue to fight for us.