I was at home asleep when it happened. (I worked the night shift) I awoke to my Dad pounding on my door. He tried to call me, but when I am asleep... Anyway, he drove across town to tell me what had happened. We turned on the TV and winessed the second plane crash into the wtc. I will never forget all of the mixed emotions... Horror, Anger, Sadness, Fear, Sorrow, and a closeness to every other living being that I never felt before. I cried, I sat stunned, and then it all went through me again when we heard of the Pentagon, and the HEROS that took the plane down in a feild in Pa. I have always thought I was patriotic. But after these attacks on our soil, it hit me what the meaning of patriotism is. It is the love of America, it's people, and the gratitude to those that have lost thier lives, and those who returned safe to protect our freedom. I agree, our government is far from perfect, but our people... Our people are damn good people. Soooooo many Heros. I did not know a soul that was a victim of 9/11. But in my heart they were all my brothers and sisters. I cried for them, thier families, and cursed Bin Ladden for such a horriffic act on our people. That day changed me, and not a day goes by that I don't think of all the loss. I pray for everyone touched by the horror of that day, and pray that such an event shall never happen again.