I remember 9/11. I was at work and I heard about the planes hitting the twin towers. My heart dropped. I thought about my brother, who traveled often by plane. I thought about my new York friends. I thought about my ny boo.
Then they hit the Pentagon. My stomach churned. I thought about my line sister.
I spent all day calling everyone, I cared about. I felt sick. I felt unsafe. I grieved for all the lives lost. I marveled at the first responders....the heros.Then, I learned my class mate's son was killed. ..the pain got a little closer.
I pray for healing.
Vick the Communication Diva
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