I was in bed when the first plane hit, but my husband was watching TV from the beginning. I came downstairs, and he told me what had happened, and I saw the second plane hit. I initially was thinking tens of thousands of people must have died. I was glad I was wrong, but what a horrific loss of innocent life.
My husband's son had worked in an office across the street from the WTC but had been fired a few weeks earlier, which likely saved his life as his old office was destroyed.
I actually had met one of the people on the United plane. I wouldn't say I knew him, but I talked to him for work a number of times. In fact, because of that man's actions one night, the next day I met a man who later became my best friend.
