I was in my apartment on Centinela Ave. in Los Angeles, having just woken up, when I turned on the TV and learned that the first plane had crashed into the World Trade Center. When the second one hit it completely blew my mind. The rest of the day is a blur. I remember hearing that people who worked in Nakatomi Plaza in Century City were refusing to enter the building out of fear that it could be a target. I think I stayed home from class that day myself, but I don't remember.
A lot of things have changed in the past 12 years, but we've still got enemies who want to kill us and our families. Pray for our leaders and the men and women who risk their lives for our country every day.