I had taken my son to school and when I came home I started picking up and cleaning the house. I had the TV on as I went from room to room thinking this would be another ordinary day. Suddenly, I heard a report about a plane hitting The World Trade Center. With a dustcloth in my hand, I stopped to listen. At this time, no one knew what was going on. I thought, "How could that plane have had something go so wrong?" Then a few minutes later, those who were watching that report, saw a 2nd plane fly over that reporter's head into the 2 tower. At that point, I knew something was terribly wrong. I sat down on the coffee table in my living room and watched the sceen unfold. The towers falling, people running, dust a debris racing through the city's streets. Later, word came in about the Pentagon and the plane that went down in the Pennsylvania field. I know today will be a mixture of sorrow, anger, prayer and joy. Sorrow for all the lives lost and the families affected by those events that are burned in my memory. Anger, for the cowards who so inhumanely reshaped history. Prayer for this nation that was and still is a great nation. And joy, for the American Spirit that allows the men and women of our Armed Forces who still continue to fight for our freedom.