I was dropping off my infant daughter with her sitter when the first plane hit the tower….. A few minutes later, I had arrived at work to see the 2nd plane hit the tower. My co-workers and I just stood frozen in horror in front of the TV with our right hands on our hearts. I soon felt the spiritual presence of my father who had passed away years earlier (proud WWII vet). I cried all morning. None of us could concentrate on work or anything else that day. I just wanted to hold my own children and cried for the victims and first responders. I can remember every detail of that day…what I was wearing, how I felt, the fear, the helplessness….I will never forget that day as long as I live.