Though I don't talk about September 11th often and try to avoid it when it comes up in conversation; this will be the second year I tell a little bit of my story....I feel it will be therapeutic and a way to look at how far all of us have come.
That morning, I actually asked my Mom not to go into work that day...She still reminds me to this day. So, mom went to work and I was in school in Deer Park. All day, none of the teachers let us know what was happening. My parents were NYPD officers, my Mom was just arriving at 1 Police Plaza, blocks from the World Trade Center as the 8:46am moment changed the world forever.
When I got out of school, all my siblings were in the house and tried to explain what had happened... I didn't really understand, I just wanted my Mom and Dad to get home. Hours and hours and hours later, they walked through the door. Thank God. It was a strange night, where we were all trying to process what me, my brothers and sister saw on TV and what my parents witnessed in person. The next several months were long days in the city for my parents and though it was a tough time for our family, I am thankful that they made it home that night and I pray for those who had loved ones that didn't make it home that night. We have come a long way...let us never forget and may we feel the unity we all felt following 9/11/01.