I am not a writer. I am attempting this blog thing for the very first time. Today is a very sad day for everyone. I can remember it like it was yesterday, I started my morning routine, called my Dad to wish him Happy Birthday and headed out the door for my 45 minute commute to work. I remember where I was when I first heard the news of a plane crashing into the World Trade Center. I was sitting at a red light, listening to a local morning radio show, when Rusty Mac, who passed away a couple of years ago, said "A plane has just flown into the World Trade Center." I froze.... the light changed and I couldn't move. I remember someone honking their horn for me to go. The very first thought I had was, Oh Lord....how could this be possible. How could an experienced pilot not see the towers? Then I thought, could this be an act of terrorism? I rushed to work only to find those who had gotten to work before me already had heard the news and had the television on watching. As I stood there with the rest of my co-workers watching the first tower burn, I could not believe what I was about to witness. As the 2nd plane crashed into the 2nd building, my knees buckled and my heart broke. How could this be happening? Why? What monster is responsible for this? I cried, my heart went out to thousands of families and people that I would never know. I called my Mom and Dad that morning asking them if they were watching tv. They were.... I told my Mom and Dad that I loved them. Now as I sit here today, 5 years later, my heart still breaks. Not only is it a very sad day for the tragedy of 911, but a sad day for me. My Dad would have been 73 years old today. He passed away Sunday, September 3, 2006. WE SHALL NEVER FORGET! I love you Daddy!