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St_Francis
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In a very unusual move, I turned on the radio that morning and the announcer was talking about this. Altho like everyone I thought it was an accident, I turned on the tv in time to see the second plane hit.
Such a crazy day. I rotated between watching in horror and praying, and chasing my children out of the room so they wouldn’t see.
It wasn’t until a couple of days later that I found out my husband, who was traveling for his work, had had an appointment in the WTC that morning and was in line to get on the ferry when it started. He and all the others there had a clear view across the water of all of it.
He knew some of the people who died.
But what always makes me tear up to this day is hearing Fr Rutler talk about walking that day in the city and having first responders pause and ask him to hear their confessions. They knew…
And the heroism of the people on the plane in Pennsylvania.
So many heroes that day, and so many lost.
Such a crazy day. I rotated between watching in horror and praying, and chasing my children out of the room so they wouldn’t see.
It wasn’t until a couple of days later that I found out my husband, who was traveling for his work, had had an appointment in the WTC that morning and was in line to get on the ferry when it started. He and all the others there had a clear view across the water of all of it.
He knew some of the people who died.
But what always makes me tear up to this day is hearing Fr Rutler talk about walking that day in the city and having first responders pause and ask him to hear their confessions. They knew…
And the heroism of the people on the plane in Pennsylvania.
So many heroes that day, and so many lost.