2013년 11월 26일 화요일

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About 'bay west family health care'|... than by ancestral folk origin Thus the character of our West Country families was being altered in a variety of ways by their...








               Ｓｏｍｅ               ｍｅｍｏｒｉｅｓ               ｏｆ               ｔｈａｔ               Ｔｕｅｓｄａｙ               ｉｎ               Ｓｅｐｔｅｍｂｅｒ               ｆｉｖｅ               ｙｅａｒｓ               ａｇｏ               ａｒｅ               ｃｒｙｓｔａｌ               ｃｌｅａｒ.

Ｏｔｈｅｒ               ｍｅｍｏｒｉｅｓ               ｈａｖｅ               ｂｅｅｎ               ｒｅｄｕｃｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｓｏ               ｍｕｃｈ               ｒｕｂｂｌｅ               ｂｙ               ｔｈｅ               ｅｖｅｎｔｓ               ｏｆ               ｔｈａｔ               ｄａｙ.

Ｗｈａｔ               Ｉ               ｒｅｍｅｍｂｅｒ               ｆｉｒｓｔ               ｉｓ               ｔｈａｔ               Ｓｅｐｔｅｍｂｅｒ               11               ｓｔａｒｔｅｄ               ｏｕｔ               ｆｏｒ               ｍｅ               ａｓ               ａ               ｐｅｒｆｅｃｔｌｙ               ｎｏｒｍａｌ               ｄａｙ.

Ｗｈｉｌｅ               ｏｔｈｅｒｓ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｗｅｓｔ               ｃｏａｓｔ               ｓｔｉｌｌ               ｓｌｅｐｔ               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅｎ               ｌａｔｅｒ               ａｗｏｋｅ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｄｒｅａｄｆｕｌ               ｎｅｗｓ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ａｔｔａｃｋｓ,               Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ｄｒｉｖｉｎｇ               ｔｏ               ｗｏｒｋ               ｅａｒｌｙ               ｔｈａｔ               ｍｏｒｎｉｎｇ.

Ｍｙ               ｃｏｍｐａｎｙ'ｓ               ｃｕｓｔｏｍｅｒ               ｓｅｒｖｉｃｅ               ｃｅｎｔｅｒ               ｏｐｅｎｅｄ               ｆｏｒ               ｏｐｅｒａｔｉｏｎｓ               ａｔ               6:00               ａｍ,               ａｎｄ               ａｓ               ａ               ｍａｎａｇｅｒ,               Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ｔｉｍｉｎｇ               ｍｙ               ａｒｒｉｖａｌ               ｆｏｒ               ｊｕｓｔ               ｂｅｆｏｒｅ               ｔｈａｔ               ｔｉｍｅ.

Ｉ               ｌｉｓｔｅｎｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｎｅｗｓ               ｏｎ               ｍｙ               ｗａｙ               ｔｏ               ｗｏｒｋ               ａｓ               Ｉ               ｏｆｔｅｎ               ｄｉｄ               ｂｕｔ               ｍｙ               ｍｅｍｏｒｙ               ｉｓｎ'ｔ               ｇｏｏｄ               ｅｎｏｕｇｈ               ｔｏ               ｂｅ               ａｂｌｅ               ｔｏ               ｔｅｌｌ               ｙｏｕ               ｔｏｄａｙ               ｗｈａｔ               ｉｔ               ｗａｓ               ｔｈａｔ               Ｉ               ｈｅａｒｄ               -               ｓｔａｎｄａｒｄ               ＮＰＲ               ｆａｒｅ,               Ｉ               ｓｕｐｐｏｓｅ;               ｔｈｅｒｅ               ｗａｓ               ｎｏｔｈｉｎｇ               ｙｅｔ               ａｂｏｕｔ               ｔｈｅ               Ｎｅｗ               Ｙｏｒｋ               Ｗｏｒｌｄ               Ｔｒａｄｅ               Ｃｅｎｔｅｒ               ｏｒ               ｔｈｅ               ａｔｔａｃｋ               ｔｈａｔ               ｗａｓ               ｔｏ               ｃｏｍｅ.
               Ｉ               ａｌｓｏ               ｃｏｕｌｄｎ'ｔ               ｔｅｌｌ               ｙｏｕ               ａｎｙ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔｓ               ｔｈａｔ               ｃｒｏｓｓｅｄ               ｍｙ               ｍｉｎｄ               ｅｘｃｅｐｔ               ｐｅｒｈａｐｓ               ｔｈａｔ               Ｉ               ｍｉｇｈｔ               ｈａｖｅ               ｗｏｎｄｅｒｅｄ               ｈｏｗ               ｍｙ               ｐａｒｅｎｔｓ'               ｆｌｉｇｈｔ               ｔｏ               Ｎｅｗ               Ｙｏｒｋ               ｈａｄ               ｇｏｎｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｄａｙ               ｂｅｆｏｒｅ               ａｎｄ               ｉｆ               ｔｈｅｉｒ               ａｂｉｌｉｔｙ               ｔｏ               ｔｒａｖｅｌ               ａ               ｄａｙ               ｅａｒｌｙ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｅｎａｂｌｅ               ｔｈｅｍ               ｔｏ               ｍｅｅｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｆｒｉｅｎｄｓ               ｔｈｅｙ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｈｏｐｉｎｇ               ｔｏ               ｓｅｅ               ｆｏｒ               ｌｕｎｃｈ               ｔｈａｔ               ｄａｙ               ｉｎ               Ｍａｎｈａｔｔａｎ.

Ｉ               ｐｒｏｂａｂｌｙ               ｗｏｎｄｅｒｅｄ               ｗｈａｔ               ｔｉｍｅ               ｌａｔｅｒ               ｔｈａｔ               ｄａｙ               ｍｙ               ｏｔｈｅｒ               ｐａｒｅｎｔｓ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｂｅ               ｒｅｔｕｒｎｉｎｇ               ｆｒｏｍ               Ｒｉｃｈｍｏｎｄ,               Ｖｉｒｇｉｎｉａ,               ａｎｄ               ｉｆ               ｉｔ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｂｅ               ｅａｒｌｙ               ｅｎｏｕｇｈ               ｔｏ               ｂｅ               ａｂｌｅ               ｔｏ               ｉｎｖｉｔｅ               ｔｈｅｍ               ｆｏｒ               ｄｉｎｎｅｒ.

Ｉ'ｍ               ｓｕｒｅ               ｉｔ               ｄｉｄｎ'ｔ               ｏｃｃｕｒ               ｔｏ               ｍｅ               ｔｏ               ｗｏｎｄｅｒ               ｔｈｅｎ               ｉｆ               ｔｈｅｙ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｌｅａｖｉｎｇ               ｆｒｏｍ               Ｄｕｌｌｅｓ               Ｉｎｔｅｒｎａｔｉｏｎａｌ               ｏｒ               Ｒｅａｇａｎ               Ｎａｔｉｏｎａｌ.

Ｉｔ               ｓｉｍｐｌｙ               ｄｉｄｎ'ｔ               ｍａｔｔｅｒ               ａｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｉｍｅ.
               Ｔｈｅ               ｄａｙ               ｗａｓ               ａｌｒｅａｄｙ               ｂｅａｕｔｉｆｕｌ               -               ｔｈｅ               ｓｕｎ               ｒｉｓｉｎｇ               ｂｅｈｉｎｄ               ｍｅ               ａｓ               Ｉ               ｄｒｏｖｅ               ｗｅｓｔｗａｒｄ               ｕｎｄｅｒ               ａ               ｃｌｅａｒ               ａｕｔｕｍｎ               ｓｋｙ               -               ａｎｄ               ｔｒａｆｆｉｃ               ｗａｓ               ｌｉｇｈｔｅｒ               ｔｈａｎ               ｕｓｕａｌ,               ｅｖｅｎ               ｆｏｒ               ｓｏ               ｅａｒｌｙ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｍｏｒｎｉｎｇ.

Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ａｂｌｅ               ｔｏ               ｐａｒｋ               ｂｙ               5:45,               ｇｌａｄ               ｔｏ               ｂｅ               ｏｎ               ｔｉｍｅ               ａｎｄ               ｆｅｅｌｉｎｇ               ｌｉｇｈｔ-ｈｅａｒｔｅｄ               ａｂｏｕｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｄａｙ;               ｐｅｒｈａｐｓ               Ｉ               ｅｖｅｎ               ｗｏｎｄｅｒｅｄ               ｈｏｗ               Ｉ               ｍｉｇｈｔ               ｂｅ               ａｂｌｅ               ｔｏ               ｈｅｌｐ               ｍｙ               ｔｅａｍｓ               ｔａｋｅ               ａｄｖａｎｔａｇｅ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｎｉｃｅ               ｗｅａｔｈｅｒ               ａｍｉｄｓｔ               ｔｈｅｉｒ               ｏｔｈｅｒ               ｗｏｒｋ               ｄｕｔｉｅｓ.

Ａｓ               Ｉ               ａｐｐｒｏａｃｈｅｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｂａｃｋ               ｄｏｏｒ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｂｕｉｌｄｉｎｇ,               Ｉ               ｎｏｔｉｃｅｄ               ｔｗｏ               ｏｆ               ｍｙ               ｔｅａｍ               ｍｅｍｂｅｒｓ               ｏｕｔｓｉｄｅ               ｅｎｊｏｙｉｎｇ               ａ               ｓｍｏｋｉｎｇ               ｂｒｅａｋ               ｂｅｆｏｒｅ               ｈｉｔｔｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               ｐｈｏｎｅｓ.

Ｉｔ               ｗａｓ               ａｐｐｒｏｘｉｍａｔｅｌｙ               5:50               ＡＭ,               Ｓｅｐｔｅｍｂｅｒ               11,               2001.
               Ａｓ               Ｉ               ｄｒｅｗ               ｃｌｏｓｅｒ,               ｏｎｅ               ｓｐｏｋｅ               ｕｐ,               "Ｄｉｄ               ｙｏｕ               ｈｅａｒ               ａｂｏｕｔ               ｔｈｅ               Ｗｏｒｌｄ               Ｔｒａｄｅ               Ｃｅｎｔｅｒ?"               Ａｌｔｈｏｕｇｈ               Ｉ'ｄ               ｂｅｅｎ               ｌｉｓｔｅｎｉｎｇ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｎｅｗｓ,               ｔｈｅｒｅ'ｄ               ｂｅｅｎ               ｎｏｔｈｉｎｇ               ｕｎｕｓｕａｌ,               ｎｏｔｈｉｎｇ               ａｂｏｕｔ               ｔｈｅ               Ｗｏｒｌｄ               Ｔｒａｄｅ               Ｃｅｎｔｅｒ.

Ｉ               ｓｈｒｕｇｇｅｄ               ｍｙ               ｓｈｏｕｌｄｅｒｓ               ａｓｓｕｍｉｎｇ               ｗｈａｔ               Ｉ               ｈｅａｒｄ               ｎｅｘｔ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｂｅ               ａ               ｐｕｎｃｈ               ｌｉｎｅ               ｏｆ               ｓｏｍｅ               ｊｏｋｅ;               "Ｈｅａｒ               ｗｈａｔ?"               "Ａｎ               ａｉｒｐｌａｎｅ               ｈｉｔ               ｔｈｅ               Ｗｏｒｌｄ               Ｔｒａｄｅ               Ｃｅｎｔｅｒ."               Ｎｏｗ,               ｔｈａｔ               Ｉ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｈａｖｅ               ｈｅａｒｄ;               ｃｌｅａｒｌｙ               ｉｔ               ｍｕｓｔ               ｂｅ               ｓｏｍｅ               ｋｉｎｄ               ｏｆ               ａ               ｊｏｋｅ.

Ｉ               ｃｏｎｔｉｎｕｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｗａｉｔ               ｆｏｒ               ｔｈｅ               ｐｕｎｃｈ               ｌｉｎｅ.

"Ｎｏ,               ｒｅａｌｌｙ               -               ｊｕｓｔ               ｎｏｗ,               ａｎ               ａｉｒｐｌａｎｅ               ｈｉｔ               ｔｈｅ               Ｗｏｒｌｄ               Ｔｒａｄｅ               Ｃｅｎｔｅｒ."
               Ｔｈｅ               Ｗｏｒｌｄ               Ｔｒａｄｅ               Ｃｅｎｔｅｒ               ｈｉｔ               ｂｙ               ａｎ               ａｉｒｐｌａｎｅ?

Ｉｔ               ｄｉｄｎ'ｔ               ｓｏｕｎｄ               ｐｏｓｓｉｂｌｅ.

Ｓｔｉｌｌ               ｔｈｉｎｋｉｎｇ               ｉｔ               ｍｕｓｔ               ｂｅ               ａ               ｐｒａｎｋ               ｓｏｍｅｈｏｗ,               Ｉ               ｗｅｎｔ               ｉｎｄｏｏｒｓ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｔｈｅ               ｇｕｙｓ               ａｎｄ               ｂｏｕｎｄｅｄ               ｕｐ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｔａｉｒｓ,               ｆｉｇｕｒｉｎｇ               Ｉ'ｄ               ｃｈｅｃｋ               ｏｎｌｉｎｅ               ａｎｄ               ｇｅｔ               ｉｔ               ａｌｌ               ｓｏｒｔｅｄ               ｏｕｔ               ｉｎ               ｔｉｍｅ               ｔｏ               ｍａｋｅ               ｓｕｒｅ               ｔｈｅｙ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｐｈｏｎｅｓ               ａｓ               ｓｃｈｅｄｕｌｅｄ.

Ｉ               ｌｏｇｇｅｄ               ｏｎ               ｔｏ               ｍｙ               ｃｏｍｐｕｔｅｒ               ａｎｄ               ｂｒｏｕｇｈｔ               ｕｐ               ｔｈｅ               ＣＮＮ               ｗｅｂｓｉｔｅ               ａｎｄ               ｗａｓ               ｉｍｍｅｄｉａｔｅｌｙ               ｈｏｒｒｉｆｉｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｌｅａｒｎ               ｔｈａｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｎｅｗｓ               ｗａｓ               ｉｎｄｅｅｄ               ｔｒｕｅ;               ａ               ｐｌａｎｅ               ｈａｄ               ｈｉｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｎｏｒｔｈ               ｔｏｗｅｒ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               Ｗｏｒｌｄ               Ｔｒａｄｅ               Ｃｅｎｔｅｒ.

Ｗｏｒｓｅ,               ｉｔ               ｗａｓｎ'ｔ               ｊｕｓｔ               ａ               ｓｍａｌｌ               ｐｌａｎｅ               ａｓ               Ｉ'ｄ               ｆｉｒｓｔ               ｇｕｅｓｓｅｄ.

Ｔｈｅ               ｓｋｅｔｃｈｙ               ｄｅｔａｉｌｓ               ｄｅｓｃｒｉｂｅｄ               ａ               ｐａｓｓｅｎｇｅｒ               ｊｅｔ               ｗｉｔｈ               ａ               ｇｒｅａｔ               ｍａｎｙ               ｐｅｏｐｌｅ               ａｂｏａｒｄ               ｈｉｔｔｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               Ｗｏｒｌｄ               Ｔｒａｄｅ               Ｃｅｎｔｅｒ,               ｔｈｏｕｇｈ               ｉｔ               ｗａｓ               ｓｔｉｌｌ               ｔｏｏ               ｅａｒｌｙ               ｔｏ               ａｓｓｅｓｓ               ｗｈａｔ               ｈａｄ               ｃａｕｓｅｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｉｎｃｉｄｅｎｔ.

Ｎｏ               ｏｎｅ               ｋｎｅｗ               ａｎｙｔｈｉｎｇ               ｙｅｔ               ａｂｏｕｔ               ｉｔ               ｂｅｉｎｇ               ａ               ｈｉｊａｃｋｉｎｇ,               ｌｅｔ               ａｌｏｎｅ               ａ               ｐｕｒｐｏｓｅｆｕｌ               ａｔｔａｃｋ.

Ｉ               ｆｅｌｔ               ａ               ｃｌｕｔｃｈ               ｉｎ               ｍｙ               ｓｔｏｍａｃｈ               ｂｕｔ               ａｓｓｕｍｅｄ               ｉｔ               ｗａｓ               ａｌｌ               ａ               ｔｒａｇｉｃ               ａｃｃｉｄｅｎｔ.

Ｉ               ｗｏｒｋｅｄ               ｏｎ               ｆｉｎｄｉｎｇ               ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ               ｕｓｅｆｕｌ               ｔｏ               ｄｏ               ｔｏ               ａｖｏｉｄ               ｆｅｅｌｉｎｇ               ｓｉｃｋ.
               Ｍｙ               ｆｉｒｓｔ               ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔ               ｗａｓ               ｔｈａｔ               ｗｅ               ｎｅｅｄｅｄ               ｂｅｔｔｅｒ               ｉｎｆｏｒｍａｔｉｏｎ               ｓｏ               ｔｈａｔ               Ｉ               ｃｏｕｌｄ               ｋｅｅｐ               ｅｍｐｌｏｙｅｅｓ               ｉｎｆｏｒｍｅｄ               ａｎｄ               ｈｏｐｅｆｕｌｌｙ               ｌｅｓｓ               ｄｉｓｔｒａｃｔｅｄ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｔｈｅｉｒ               ｗｏｒｋ.

Ｉ               ｇｒａｂｂｅｄ               ａｎ               ｏｌｄ               ｔｅｌｅｖｉｓｉｏｎ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｔｈｅ               ｅｍｐｌｏｙｅｅ               ｗｏｒｋｏｕｔ               ｒｏｏｍ               ａｎｄ               ｈａｕｌｅｄ               ｉｔ               ｔｏ               ａ               ｃｕｂｉｃｌｅ               ｎｅａｒ               ｍｙ               ｄｅｓｋ.

Ｔｈｅ               ｒａｂｂｉｔ-ｅａｒｓ               ａｎｔｅｎｎａ               ｗａｓ               ｎｅａｒｌｙ               ｕｓｅｌｅｓｓ               ｂｕｔ               ｅｖｅｎｔｕａｌｌｙ               ｗｅ               ｍａｎａｇｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｉｍｐｒｏｖｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｐｉｃｔｕｒｅ               ｗｅｌｌ               ｅｎｏｕｇｈ               ｆｏｒ               ｏｎｅ               ｌｏｃａｌ               ｓｔａｔｉｏｎ               ｔｈａｔ               ｗｅ               ｃｏｕｌｄ               ｂｅｇｉｎ               ｔｏ               ｍａｋｅ               ｏｕｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｉｍａｇｅｓ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｃｒｅｅｎ               ａｍｉｄｓｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｔａｔｉｃ.

Ａｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｐｉｃｔｕｒｅ               ｃｌｅａｒｅｄ,               ｗｅ               ｗｅｒｅ               ａｂｌｅ               ｔｏ               ｃａｔｃｈ               ｔｈｅ               ｌｉｖｅ               ｎｅｗｓ               ｃｏｖｅｒａｇｅ               ｏｆ               ｓｍｏｋｅ               ｂｉｌｌｏｗｉｎｇ               ｏｕｔ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｎｏｒｔｈ               ｔｏｗｅｒ               ｊｕｓｔ               ａｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｏｕｔｈ               ｔｏｗｅｒ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               Ｗｏｒｌｄ               Ｔｒａｄｅ               Ｃｅｎｔｅｒ               ｗａｓ               ｓｔｒｕｃｋ               ｂｙ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｅｃｏｎｄ               ｊｅｔ.

Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ｄｕｍｂｆｏｕｎｄｅｄ;               Ｉ               ｃｏｕｌｄ               ｓｃａｒｃｅｌｙ               ｅｖｅｎ               ｂｅｌｉｅｖｅ               ｗｈａｔ               Ｉ'ｄ               ｊｕｓｔ               ｓｅｅｎ.

Ｔｈｅｎ               ｔｈｅｒｅ               ｗａｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｒｅａｌｉｚａｔｉｏｎ               -               ｔｗｉｃｅ               ｉｎ               ｏｎｅ               ｍｏｒｎｉｎｇ               ｍｅａｎｔ               ｉｔ               ｗａｓ               ｎｏ               ａｃｃｉｄｅｎｔ.

Ｗａｔｃｈｉｎｇ               ｉｔ               ｈａｐｐｅｎ               ｌｉｖｅ               ａｎｄ               ｓｉｍｕｌｔａｎｅｏｕｓｌｙ               ｒｅａｌｉｚｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               ｉｍｐｌｉｃａｔｉｏｎｓ,               ｔｈａｔ               ｔｈｉｓ               ｈａｄ               ｔｏ               ｈａｖｅ               ｂｅｅｎ               ｓｏｍｅ               ｋｉｎｄ               ｏｆ               ｃｏｏｒｄｉｎａｔｅｄ               ａｔｔａｃｋ,               Ｉ               ｆｅｌｔ               ａｓ               ｉｆ               Ｉ'ｄ               ｂｅｅｎ               ｋｉｃｋｅｄ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｔｏｍａｃｈ.

Ｍｙ               ｍｉｎｄ               ｒａｃｅｄ               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅｎ               ｓｈｉｆｔｅｄ               ｇｅａｒｓ               ｏｎｃｅ               ａｇａｉｎ               ｔｏ               ｂｅｇｉｎ               ａｓｓｅｓｓｉｎｇ               ｗｈａｔ               ｏｕｒ               ｏｗｎ               ｒｉｓｋｓ               ｍｉｇｈｔ               ｂｅ,               ｓｈｏｕｌｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｗｅｓｔ               ｃｏａｓｔ               ｂｅ               ｔａｒｇｅｔｅｄ               ｔｏｏ.
               Ｍｙ               ｆｉｒｓｔ               ｐｈｏｎｅ               ｃａｌｌｓ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｔｏ               ｍｙ               ｂｏｓｓ               ｓｉｎｃｅ               Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｏｎｌｙ               ｍａｎａｇｅｒ               ｏｎ               ｓｉｔｅ               ａｔ               ｗｏｒｋ,               ａｎｄ               ｔｏ               ｍｙ               ｈｕｓｂａｎｄ               ｓｉｎｃｅ               ｈｅ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｓｏｏｎ               ｂｅ               ｒｅａｄｙｉｎｇ               ｏｕｒ               ｓｏｎ               ｆｏｒ               ｓｃｈｏｏｌ               ａｎｄ               ｍａｋｉｎｇ               ｈｉｓ               ｗａｙ               ｔｏ               ｏｎｅ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｔａｌｌｅｒ               ｂｕｉｌｄｉｎｇｓ               ｉｎ               Ｓｅａｔｔｌｅ.

Ｍｙ               ｃｏｎｃｅｒｎ               ｗａｓ               ｆｏｒ               ｏｕｒ               ｂｕｓｉｎｅｓｓ               ｏｐｅｒａｔｉｏｎｓ               ａｎｄ               ａｌｓｏ               ｆｏｒ               ｍｙ               ｈｕｓｂａｎｄ               ｓｉｎｃｅ               ｉｆ               ｔｈｅｒｅ               ｗｅｒｅ               ａｔｔａｃｋｓ               ｈｅｒｅ,               ｈｅ               ｍｉｇｈｔ               ｂｅ               ｃｌｏｓｅ               ｔｏ               ｏｎｅ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｍｏｒｅ               ｌｉｋｅｌｙ               ｔａｒｇｅｔｓ               ｉｎ               ｏｕｒ               ａｒｅａ.

Ｉ               ｓｔａｒｔｅｄ               ｃｏｏｒｄｉｎａｔｉｎｇ               ｃｏｎｔｉｎｇｅｎｃｙ               ｐｌａｎｓ               ｆｏｒ               ｗｏｒｋ               ａｎｄ               ｆｏｒ               ｆａｍｉｌｙ               ａｎｄ               ｔｒｉｅｄ               ｖａｉｎｌｙ               ｔｏ               ｋｅｅｐ               ｍｙｓｅｌｆ               ａｓ               ｗｅｌｌ               ａｓ               ｅｍｐｌｏｙｅｅｓ               ｆｏｃｕｓｅｄ               ｏｎ               ｗｏｒｋ.

Ｉｔ               ｔｕｒｎｅｄ               ｏｕｔ               ｔｏ               ｂｅ               ａｎ               ｕｎｎｅｃｅｓｓａｒｙ               ｅｆｆｏｒｔ:               ｖｅｒｙ               ｆｅｗ               ｐｅｏｐｌｅ               ｃａｒｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｃａｌｌ               ｉｎ               ｆｏｒ               ｓｕｐｐｏｒｔ               ｔｈａｔ               ｄａｙ,               ｅｓｐｅｃｉａｌｌｙ               ａｆｔｅｒ               ｗｅ               ａｌｌ               ｓａｗ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｏｗｅｒｓ               ｕｎｅｘｐｅｃｔｅｄｌｙ               ｃｏｌｌａｐｓｅ               ｏｎ               ｌｉｖｅ               ｔｅｌｅｖｉｓｉｏｎ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｔｅｒｒｏｒｉｓｔ               ａｔｔａｃｋ.
               Ａｓ               ｍｙ               ｗｏｒｋ               ｄｕｔｉｅｓ               ｂｅｃａｍｅ               ｌｅｓｓ               ｄｅｍａｎｄｉｎｇ,               ｍｙ               ａｔｔｅｎｔｉｏｎ               ｔｕｒｎｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｍｙ               ｐａｒｅｎｔｓ;               ｆｉｒｓｔ               Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ｔｈａｎｋｆｕｌ               ｍｙ               ｆａｔｈｅｒ'ｓ               ｐｌａｎｓ               ｈａｄ               ｃｈａｎｇｅｄ               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅｙ'ｄ               ｆｌｏｗｎ               ｂａｃｋ               ｅａｓｔ               ａ               ｄａｙ               ｅａｒｌｙ.

Ｔｈｅｎ               Ｉ               ｗｏｎｄｅｒｅｄ               ｉｆ               ｔｈｅｙ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｈａｖｅ               ｓｔｉｌｌ               ｂｅｅｎ               ｉｎ               Ｎｅｗ               Ｊｅｒｓｅｙ               ａｔ               ｔｈａｔ               ｈｏｕｒ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｍｏｒｎｉｎｇ               ｏｒ               ｉｆ               ｔｈｅｙ               ｍｉｇｈｔ               ｈａｖｅ               ａｌｒｅａｄｙ               ｍａｄｅ               ｔｈｅｉｒ               ｗａｙ               ｉｎｔｏ               Ｍａｎｈａｔｔａｎ.

Ｗｈｅｎ               Ｉ               ｈｅａｒｄ               ａｂｏｕｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｈｉｒｄ               ｐｌａｎｅ               ｈｉｔｔｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               Ｐｅｎｔａｇｏｎ,               Ｉ               ｂｅｇａｎ               ｔｏ               ｗｏｒｒｙ               ａｂｏｕｔ               ｗｈａｔ               ｔｉｍｅ               ａｎｄ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｗｈｉｃｈ               ａｉｒｐｏｒｔ               ｍｙ               ｍｏｔｈｅｒ               ａｎｄ               ｈｅｒ               ｈｕｓｂａｎｄ               ｈａｄ               ｂｅｅｎ               ｓｃｈｅｄｕｌｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｌｅａｖｅ               Ｗａｓｈｉｎｇｔｏｎ.

Ｔｈｅｎ               ｔｈｅｒｅ               ｗａｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｎｅｗｓ               ｏｆ               Ｆｌｉｇｈｔ               93               ｃｒａｓｈｉｎｇ               ｉｎ               ｒｕｒａｌ               Ｐｅｎｎｓｙｌｖａｎｉａ               ｊｕｓｔ               ｏｕｔｓｉｄｅ               ｏｆ               Ｐｉｔｔｓｂｕｒｇｈ               -               ｗａｓｎ'ｔ               ｔｈａｔ               ｃｌｏｓｅ               ｔｏ               ｗｈｅｒｅ               ｍｙ               ｓｉｓｔｅｒ               ａｎｄ               ｈｅｒ               ｉｎ-ｌａｗｓ               ｈａｖｅ               ｏｎｅ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅｉｒ               ｓｔｏｒｅｓ               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅｉｒ               ｓｅｃｏｎｄ               ｈｏｍｅ?

Ｉｎ               ａ               ｗａｙ,               Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ｇｌａｄ               ｔｈａｔ               ｔｈｅｒｅ               ｗａｓ               ｓｏ               ｍｕｃｈ               ｓｔｉｌｌ               ｆｏｒ               ｍｅ               ｔｏ               ｄｏ               ａｔ               ｗｏｒｋ               ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ               ｉｔ               ｈｅｌｐｅｄ               ｍｅ               ｋｅｅｐ               ｍｙ               ｏｗｎ               ｃｏｎｃｅｒｎｓ               ａｔ               ｂａｙ.

Ｔｈｅ               ｄａｙｓ'               ｅｖｅｎｔｓ               ｉｎ               Ｎｅｗ               Ｙｏｒｋ,               Ｐｅｎｎｓｙｌｖａｎｉａ,               ａｎｄ               Ｗａｓｈｉｎｇｔｏｎ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｓｏ               ｄｉｓｔａｎｔ               ｐｈｙｓｉｃａｌｌｙ               ａｎｄ               ｙｅｔ               ｎｅａｒ               ｅｎｏｕｇｈ               ｅｍｏｔｉｏｎａｌｌｙ               ｔｏ               ｂｅ               ｄｉｓｏｒｉｅｎｔｉｎｇ.

Ｉｔ               ｆｅｌｔ               ｓｕｒｒｅａｌ.
               Ａｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｅｎｄ               ｏｆ               ａ               ｌｏｎｇ               ｄａｙ,               Ｉ               ｐｉｃｋｅｄ               ｕｐ               ｏｕｒ               ｓｏｎ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｓｃｈｏｏｌ               ａｎｄ               ｈｅａｄｅｄ               ｈｏｍｅ,               ｈｕｇｇｉｎｇ               ｈｉｍ               ｃｌｏｓｅ               ａｎｄ               ｗｏｎｄｅｒｉｎｇ               ａｂｏｕｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｒｅｓｔ               ｏｆ               ｍｙ               ｆａｍｉｌｙ.

Ａｌｍｏｓｔ               ｅｖｅｒｙｏｎｅ               ｃｌｏｓｅｓｔ               ｔｏ               ｕｓ               ｗａｓ               ｓｕｆｆｉｃｉｅｎｔｌｙ               ｃｌｏｓｅ               ｔｏ               ｄａｎｇｅｒ               ｔｏ               ｍａｋｅ               ｍｅ               ｆｅｅｌ               ａ               ｂｉｔ               ｌｉｋｅ               ｈｏｌｄｉｎｇ               ｍｙ               ｂｒｅａｔｈ,               ｈｏｐｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅｙ               ｗｅｒｅ               ａｌｌ               ｏｋａｙ               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｉｎｋｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅｙ               ｓｈｏｕｌｄ               ｂｅ,               ｂｕｔ               ａｆｒａｉｄ               ｔｏ               ａｓｓｕｍｅ               ｉｔ.

Ｓｌｏｗｌｙ               ｔｈｅ               ｎｅｗｓ               ｓｔａｒｔｅｄ               ｆｉｌｔｅｒｉｎｇ               ｉｎ               ａｎｄ               ｂｙ               ｎｉｇｈｔｆａｌｌ,               Ｉ               ｋｎｅｗ               ｅｖｅｒｙｏｎｅ               ｗａｓ               ｓａｆｅ.

Ｍｙ               ｆａｔｈｅｒ               ａｎｄ               ｈｉｓ               ｗｉｆｅ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｉｎｄｅｅｄ               ｓｔｉｌｌ               ａｔ               ｈｅｒ               ｐａｒｅｎｔｓ               ｔｈａｔ               ｍｏｒｎｉｎｇ               ｗｈｅｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｐｌａｎｅｓ               ｈｉｔ               ｔｈｅ               Ｗｏｒｌｄ               Ｔｒａｄｅ               Ｃｅｎｔｅｒ               ｔｏｗｅｒｓ               -               ｈｅ               ｗａｓ               ｏｕｔ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｂａｌｃｏｎｙ               ｅｎｊｏｙｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               ｐｌｅａｓａｎｔ               ｍｏｒｎｉｎｇ               ｗｈｅｎ               ｈｅ               ｎｏｔｉｃｅｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｂｉｌｌｏｗｉｎｇ               ｓｍｏｋｅ               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅｎ               ｈｅａｒｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｎｅｗｓ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ａｔｔａｃｋ;               ｍｙ               ｍｏｔｈｅｒ               ａｎｄ               ｈｅｒ               ｈｕｓｂａｎｄ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｄｒｉｖｉｎｇ               ｆｒｏｍ               Ｖｉｒｇｉｎｉａ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ａｉｒｐｏｒｔ               ｆｏｒ               ａ               ｍｉｄｄａｙ               ｆｌｉｇｈｔ               ｗｈｅｎ               ｔｈｅｙ               ｈｅａｒｄ               ｗｈａｔ               ｈａｄ               ｈａｐｐｅｎｅｄ               ａｔ               ｔｈｅ               Ｐｅｎｔａｇｏｎ.

Ｔｈｅｙ               ｔｕｒｎｅｄ               ａｒｏｕｎｄ               ａｎｄ               ｈｅａｄｅｄ               ｓｔｒａｉｇｈｔ               ｂａｃｋ               ｔｏ               Ｒｉｃｈｍｏｎｄ               ｗｈｅｎ               ｔｈｅｙ               ｌｅａｒｎｅｄ               ｔｈａｔ               ｆｌｉｇｈｔｓ               ｈａｄ               ａｌｌ               ｂｅｅｎ               ｃａｎｃｅｌｅｄ.
               Ｄａｙｓ               ｌａｔｅｒ,               Ｉ               ｌｅａｒｎｅｄ               ｔｈａｔ               Ｆｌｉｇｈｔ               93               ａｃｔｕａｌｌｙ               ｈａｄ               ｇｏｎｅ               ｄｏｗｎ               ｎｅａｒ               ｔｏ               ｗｈｅｒｅ               ｍｙ               ｓｉｓｔｅｒ'ｓ               ｆａｍｉｌｙ               ｓｐｅｎｄｓ               ｍｕｃｈ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅｉｒ               ｔｉｍｅ               ｂｕｔ               ｎｏｔ               ｓｏ               ｃｌｏｓｅ               ａｓ               ｔｏ               ｂｅ               ａ               ｒｅａｌ               ｔｈｒｅａｔ               ｏｔｈｅｒ               ｔｈａｎ               ｔｏ               ｐｅａｃｅ               ｏｆ               ｍｉｎｄ.

Ｅｖｅｒｙｏｎｅ               ｗｈｏ'ｄ               ｂｅｅｎ               ｔｒａｖｅｌｉｎｇ               ｄｕｇ               ｉｎ               ａｎｄ               ｂｅｇａｎ               ｔｏ               ｍａｋｅ               ｉｎｔｅｒｉｍ               ｐｌａｎｓ               ｏｎｃｅ               ｔｈｅｙ               ｒｅａｌｉｚｅｄ               ｔｈａｔ               ｉｔ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｂｅ               ａ               ｗｈｉｌｅ               ｂｅｆｏｒｅ               ａｉｒ               ｔｒａｖｅｌ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｂｅ               ｒｅｓｔｏｒｅｄ.

Ｆｒｉｅｎｄｓ               ｉｎ               Ｒｉｃｈｍｏｎｄ               ｔｏｏｋ               ｍｙ               ｐａｒｅｎｔｓ               ｉｎ               ｕｎｔｉｌ               ｔｈｅｙ               ｃｏｕｌｄ               ｂｅｇｉｎ               ｔｏ               ｍａｋｅ               ｔｈｅｉｒ               ｗａｙ               ｈｏｍｅ               ａｇａｉｎ.

Ｔｈｅｉｒｓ               ｗａｓ               ｏｎｅ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｍａｎｙ               ｓｕｃｃｅｓｓ               ｓｔｏｒｉｅｓ               ａｍｉｄｓｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｒａｇｅｄｙ;               ｆｒｉｅｎｄｓ               ａｎｄ               ｅｖｅｎ               ｃｏｍｐｌｅｔｅ               ｓｔｒａｎｇｅｒｓ               ｒｅａｃｈｅｄ               ｏｕｔ               ｔｈａｔ               ｄａｙ               ｔｏ               ａｓｓｉｓｔ               ｍａｎｙ               ｓｔｒａｎｄｅｄ               ｔｒａｖｅｌｅｒｓ.

Ｔｈｅ               ｐｅｏｐｌｅ               ｉｎ               Ｇａｎｄｅｒ,               Ｎｅｗｆｏｕｎｄｌａｎｄ               ａｎｄ               ｓｕｒｒｏｕｎｄｉｎｇ               ａｒｅａｓ               ｍａｄｅ               ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ               ｔａｋｉｎｇ               ｏｎ               ａ               ｈｕｇｅ               ｂｒｕｎｔ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｌｏａｄ               ｗｈｅｎ               38               ｉｎｔｅｒｎａｔｉｏｎａｌ               ａｉｒｐｌａｎｅｓ               ｗｉｔｈ               ａ               ｔｏｔａｌ               ｏｆ               ｎｅａｒｌｙ               7,000               ｐｅｏｐｌｅ               ａｂｏａｒｄ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｄｉｖｅｒｔｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｔｈａｔ               ｔｉｎｙ               ｔｏｗｎ               ｆｏｒ               ｔｈｅ               ｂｅｔｔｅｒ               ｐａｒｔ               ｏｆ               ａ               ｗｅｅｋ               ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ               ｔｈｅｙ               ｈａｄ               ｎｏｗｈｅｒｅ               ｅｌｓｅ               ｔｏ               ｇｏ.

Ｏｔｈｅｒ               ｔｒａｖｅｌｅｒｓ               ｂａｎｄｅｄ               ｔｏｇｅｔｈｅｒ               ａｎｄ               ｒｅｎｔｅｄ               ｃａｒｓ               ｆｏｒ               ｃｒｏｓｓ-ｃｏｕｎｔｒｙ               ｔｒｅｋｓ,               ｎｏｔ               ｋｎｏｗｉｎｇ               ｆｏｒ               ｓｕｒｅ               ｈｏｗ               ｌｏｎｇ               ｉｔ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｔａｋｅ               ｔｏ               ｇｅｔ               ｈｏｍｅ               ｏｔｈｅｒｗｉｓｅ.

Ａｔ               ｈｏｍｅ,               Ｉ               ｂｅｇａｎ               ｔｏ               ｅｑｕａｔｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｑｕｉｅｔ               ｓｋｉｅｓ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｔｈｅ               ａｂｓｅｎｃｅ               ｏｆ               ｆａｍｉｌｙ.

Ｉ               ｆｅｌｔ               ｔｅｒｒｉｂｌｙ               ｉｓｏｌａｔｅｄ               ａｔ               ａ               ｔｉｍｅ               ｗｈｅｎ               ｉｔ               ｓｅｅｍｅｄ               ｌｉｋｅ               ａｎ               ｅｎｔｉｒｅ               ｎａｔｉｏｎｓ'               ｆｉｒｓｔ               ｉｍｐｕｌｓｅ               ｗａｓ               ｔｏ               ｒｅａｃｈ               ｏｕｔ               ｆｏｒ               ｌｏｖｅｄ               ｏｎｅｓ.

Ｗｈｅｎ               ｔｈｅ               ａｉｒｐｌａｎｅｓ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｆｉｎａｌｌｙ               ａｌｌｏｗｅｄ               ｂａｃｋ               ｉｎｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ａｉｒ,               Ｉ               ｃｒｉｅｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｆｉｒｓｔ               ｔｉｍｅ               Ｉ               ｈｅａｒｄ               ｏｎｅ               ｆｌｙｉｎｇ               ｏｖｅｒｈｅａｄ.
               Ｉｔ               ｔｏｏｋ               ｎｅａｒｌｙ               ａ               ｗｅｅｋ               ｆｏｒ               ｔｈｅ               ｆｉｒｓｔ               ｓｅｔ               ｏｆ               ｐａｒｅｎｔｓ               ｔｏ               ｒｅｔｕｒｎ               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅｎ               ａｎｏｔｈｅｒ               ｗｅｅｋ               ｔｏ               ｈａｖｅ               ｅｖｅｒｙｏｎｅ               ｈｏｍｅ               ａｇａｉｎ               ａｎｄ               ｂｅｇｉｎ               ｆｅｅｌｉｎｇ               ｌｉｋｅ               ｌｉｆｅ               ｍｉｇｈｔ               ｒｅｔｕｒｎ               ｔｏ               ｎｏｒｍａｌ.

Ｉｔ               ｔｏｏｋ               ｌｏｎｇｅｒ               ｆｏｒ               ｔｈｅ               ｍｅｍｂｅｒｓ               ｏｆ               ｍｙ               ｔｅａｍｓ               ｔｏ               ｆｉｎｄ               ｔｈｅｉｒ               ｏｗｎ               ｗａｙ               ｂａｃｋ               ｔｏ               ｎｏｒｍａｌ.

Ｓｏｍｅ               ｎｅｖｅｒ               ｒｅａｌｌｙ               ｄｉｄ;               ｔｈｅ               ａｔｔａｃｋ               ｃａｍｅ               ｓｏ               ｃｌｏｓｅ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｈｅｅｌｓ               ｏｆ               ａ               ｍａｊｏｒ               ｅａｒｔｈｑｕａｋｅ               ｗｅ'ｄ               ｅｘｐｅｒｉｅｎｃｅｄ               ｅａｒｌｉｅｒ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｙｅａｒ               ａｎｄ               ｗａｓ               ｉｔｓｅｌｆ               ｆｏｌｌｏｗｅｄ               ｓｏｏｎ               ａｆｔｅｒ               ｂｙ               ｔｈｅ               ａｎｔｈｒａｘ               ｓｃａｒｅ               ｌａｔｅｒ               ｔｈａｔ               ａｕｔｕｍｎ               ｔｈａｔ               ａｔ               ｌｅａｓｔ               ｏｎｅ               ｐｅｒｓｏｎ               ｓｅｒｉｏｕｓｌｙ               ｓｔｒｕｇｇｌｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｒｅｇａｉｎ               ｐｅｒｓｐｅｃｔｉｖｅ               ａｎｄ               ｏｔｈｅｒｓ               ｓｅｅｍｅｄ               ａ               ｂｉｔ               ｏｎ               ｅｄｇｅ               ｔｏｏ               ｆｏｒ               ｑｕｉｔｅ               ｓｏｍｅ               ｔｉｍｅ.

Ｗｈａｔ               Ｉ               ｃａｍｅ               ｔｏ               ｒｅａｌｉｚｅ               ｗａｓ               ｔｈａｔ               ｅｖｅｎ               ｄｉｓｔａｎｔ               ｅｘｐｏｓｕｒｅ               ｔｏ               ｔｒａｕｍａ               ｃａｎ               ｈａｖｅ               ａ               ｐｏｗｅｒｆｕｌ               ｉｍｐａｃｔ               ｔｈａｔ               ｃａｎ               ｓｅｅｍ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｔｈｅ               ｏｕｔｓｉｄｅ               ｔｏ               ｇｏ               ｂｅｙｏｎｄ               ｒｅａｓｏｎ.

Ｐｓｙｃｈｏｌｏｇｉｓｔｓ               ｈａｖｅ               ｓｅｖｅｒａｌ               ｔｅｒｍｓ               ｆｏｒ               ｔｈｉｓ               ｐｈｅｎｏｍｅｎｏｎ:               ｖｉｃａｒｉｏｕｓ               ｔｒａｕｍａ               (ｏｒ               ｉｎｄｉｒｅｃｔ               ｏｒ               ｓｅｃｏｎｄａｒｙ               ｔｒａｕｍａ),               ｃｏｍｐａｓｓｉｏｎ               ｆａｔｉｇｕｅ,               ａｎｄ               ｅｍｐａｔｈｅｔｉｃ               ｓｔｒａｉｎ.

Ｔｈｅｒｅ               ｉｓ               ｎｏ               ｓｕｃｈ               ｔｈｉｎｇ               ａｓ               ｏｎｅ               ｐｅｒｓｏｎ'ｓ               ｐａｉｎ               ｂｅｉｎｇ               ｍｏｒｅ               ｊｕｓｔｉｆｉｅｄ               ｔｈａｎ               ａｎｏｔｈｅｒ'ｓ,               ｅｖｅｎ               ｗｈｅｎ               ｒｅａｓｏｎａｂｌｅ               ｍｉｎｄｓ               ｍｉｇｈｔ               ａｇｒｅｅ               ｔｈａｔ               ｓｏｍｅ               ｐｅｏｐｌｅ               ｓｕｆｆｅｒｅｄ               ｆａｒ               ｇｒｅａｔｅｒ               ｌｏｓｓｅｓ               ｔｈａｎ               ｏｔｈｅｒｓ               ｔｈａｔ               ｄａｙ.

Ｗｅ               ａｌｌ               ｓｕｆｆｅｒｅｄ               ａ               ｌｏｓｓ               ｏｆ               ｉｎｎｏｃｅｎｃｅ               ｔｈａｔ               ｍｉｇｈｔ               ｎｅｖｅｒ               ｂｅ               ｆｕｌｌｙ               ｒｅｓｔｏｒｅｄ.
               Ｆｉｖｅ               ｙｅａｒｓ               ｌａｔｅｒ,               Ｉ               ｓｅｅ               ｔｈａｔ               ｗｅ'ｖｅ               ｈｅａｌｅｄ               ｓｏｍｅ               ｏｆ               ｏｕｒ               ｗｏｕｎｄｓ               ｆｒｏｍ               Ｓｅｐｔｅｍｂｅｒ               11,               ｂｕｔ               ｎｏｔ               ａｌｌ.

Ｗｅ'ｒｅ               ｌｅｓｓ               ｓｋｉｔｔｉｓｈ               ｐｅｒｈａｐｓ               (ａｔ               ｌｅａｓｔ               ｗｈｉｌｅ               ｔｈｉｎｇｓ               ｓｅｅｍ               ｔｏ               ｂｅ               ｎｏｒｍａｌ)               ｂｕｔ               ｗｅ               ｈａｖｅｎ'ｔ               ｎｅｃｅｓｓａｒｉｌｙ               ｌｅａｒｎｅｄ               ｍｕｃｈ               ｔｈａｔ'ｓ               ｔｒｕｌｙ               ｈｅｌｐｆｕｌ               ｓｉｎｃｅ               ｔｈｅｎ               ａｎｄ               ｗｅ'ｒｅ               ｊｕｓｔ               ｔｈａｔ               ｍｕｃｈ               ｍｏｒｅ               ｓｅｎｓｉｔｉｖｅ               ｔｏ               ｎｅｗ               ｒｅｐｏｒｔｓ               ｏｆ               ｔｅｒｒｏｒｉｓｔ               ｔｈｒｅａｔｓ.

Ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｄａｙｓ               ａｎｄ               ｗｅｅｋｓ               ｆｏｌｌｏｗｉｎｇ               Ｓｅｐｔｅｍｂｅｒ               11,               ｔｈｅｒｅ               ｗａｓ               ａ               ｃｌｏｓｅｎｅｓｓ               ｔｈａｔ               ｄｅｖｅｌｏｐｅｄ               ｂｅｔｗｅｅｎ               ｕｓ,               ａ               ｂｏｎｄｉｎｇ,               ｃａｕｓｅｄ               ｂｙ               ａ               ｓｈａｒｅｄ               ｅｘｐｅｒｉｅｎｃｅ.

Ｗｈａｔ               Ｉ               ｓｅｅ               ｎｏｗ               ｉｓ               ｔｈａｔ               ｗｅ'ｖｅ               ｒｅｐｌａｃｅｄ               ｔｈａｔ               ｗｉｔｈ               ａ               ｇｒｅａｔｅｒ               ｓｕｓｐｉｃｉｏｎ               ｏｆ               ｏｕｒ               ｎｅｉｇｈｂｏｒｓ.

Ｗｅ               ｃａｍｅ               ｔｏｇｅｔｈｅｒ               ｆｏｒ               ａ               ｂｒｉｅｆ               ｐｅｒｉｏｄ               ｏｆ               ｔｉｍｅ,               ｒｅｓｏｌｖｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｈｅｌｐ               ｏｎｅ               ａｎｏｔｈｅｒ               ａｎｄ               ｔｏ               ｄｏ               ｗｈａｔ'ｓ               ｒｉｇｈｔ               -               ｗｈａｔｅｖｅｒ               ｔｈａｔ               ｍｉｇｈｔ               ｂｅ               -               ｂｕｔ               ｉｔ               ｄｉｄｎ'ｔ               ａｌｗａｙｓ               ｌａｓｔ.

Ｔｈｅ               ｆｅａｒ               ｏｆ               ｖｕｌｎｅｒａｂｉｌｉｔｙ               ｓｅｅｍｓ               ｔｏ               ｈａｖｅ               ｂｅｅｎ               ｆａｒ               ｍｏｒｅ               ｅｎｄｕｒｉｎｇ.
               Ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｅａｒｌｙ               ｐｏｓｔ-9/11               ｄａｙｓ,               Ｉ               ｓｅｎｓｅｄ               ａ               ｓｔｒｅｎｇｔｈ               ａｎｄ               ｆｏｒｔｉｔｕｄｅ               ｂａｃｋｉｎｇ               ａ               ｓｔｒｏｎｇ               ｗｉｌｌ               ｔｏ               ｏｖｅｒｃｏｍｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｐａｉｎ               ｗｅ'ｄ               ａｌｌ               ｅｘｐｅｒｉｅｎｃｅｄ               ｔｏｇｅｔｈｅｒ.

Ｔｏｄａｙ               Ｉ               ｓｅｎｓｅ               ｏｎｌｙ               ｍｏｒｅ               ｆｅａｒ               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｋｉｎｄ               ｏｆ               ｏｂｓｔｉｎａｃｙ               ｔｈａｔ               ｉｓ               ｍｅａｎｔ               ｔｏ               ｃｏｖｅｒ               ｕｐ               ｆｅａｒ               ｔｈａｔ               ｗｅ               ｄｏｎ'ｔ               ｃａｒｅ               ｔｏ               ａｄｍｉｔ               ｅｘｉｓｔｓ.

Ｗｈｉｌｅ               Ｉ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｈａｖｅ               ｌｉｋｅｄ               ｆｏｒ               ｕｓ               ｔｏ               ｈａｖｅ               ｈｅｌｄ               ｏｎｔｏ               ｔｈａｔ               ｅａｒｌｉｅｒ               ｕｎｉｔｙ               ｏｆ               ｓｐｉｒｉｔ               ｆｏｒ               ａ               ｂｉｔ               ｌｏｎｇｅｒ,               Ｉ               ｄｏ               ｒｅｍａｉｎ               ｈｏｐｅｆｕｌ               ｔｈａｔ               ｗｅ               ｃａｎ               ｒｅｃａｐｔｕｒｅ               ｉｔ               ｏｎｃｅ               ａｇａｉｎ.

Ｈｏｐｅｆｕｌｌｙ               ｉｔ               ｗｏｎ'ｔ               ｔａｋｅ               ａｎｏｔｈｅｒ               ｍａｊｏｒ               ｄｉｓａｓｔｅｒ               ｔｏ               ｇｅｔ               ｂａｃｋ               ｗｈａｔ               ｗａｓ               ｐｏｓｉｔｉｖｅ               ａｂｏｕｔ               ｔｈｉｓ               ｏｎｅ.

Ａｎｄ               ｒｅｇａｒｄｌｅｓｓ               ｏｆ               ｗｈｅｔｈｅｒ               ｗｅ               ａｒｅ               ｍｏｒｅ               ｏｒ               ｌｅｓｓ               ｖｕｌｎｅｒａｂｌｅ               ｔｏｄａｙ               ｔｈａｎ               ｗｅ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｔｈａｔ               ｔｅｒｒｉｂｌｅ               Ｔｕｅｓｄａｙ               ｏｆ               ｆｉｖｅ               ｙｅａｒｓ               ａｇｏ,               Ｉ               ｂｅｌｉｅｖｅ               ｔｈａｔ               ｉｔ               ｉｓ               ｐｏｓｓｉｂｌｅ               -               ｏｕｒ               ｒｅｓｐｏｎｓｉｂｉｌｉｔｙ,               ｅｖｅｎ               -               ｔｏ               ｆｉｎｄ               ａ               ｓｔｒｅｎｇｔｈ               ｔｏｇｅｔｈｅｒ               ａｎｄ               ｗｉｔｈｉｎ               ｏｕｒｓｅｌｖｅｓ               ｔｏ               ｐｕｓｈ               ａｗａｙ               ｔｈｅ               ｆｅａｒ               ｔｈａｔ               ｔｅｒｒｏｒｉｓｔｓ               ｍｅａｎ               ｔｏ               ｃａｕｓｅ.

Ｅｍｂｒａｃｉｎｇ               ｈｏｐｅ               ａｎｄ               ｕｎｉｔｙ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｆａｃｅ               ｏｆ               ｆｅａｒ               ｗｉｌｌ               ｂｅ               ｏｕｒ               ｖｉｃｔｏｒｙ,               ｏｎｅ               ｗｅ'ｌｌ               ｂｅ               ｐｒｏｕｄ               ｔｏ               ｐａｓｓ               ｏｎ               ｔｏ               ｏｕｒ               ｃｈｉｌｄｒｅｎ.






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