Do you remember where you were or what you were doing on September 11, 2001? I was on my way to work when Gary called me and said a plane had flown into one of the Twin Towers. I thought how sad and how could that happen. When I got to work, we turned on the TV to see exactly what had happened and watched as a second plane flew into the other tower. That's when I realized our precious country was under attack. As a mother, I wanted to gather all of my little chicks together and make them come home. I had one working in Oklahoma, one an hour and a half away at college, one that just didn't live at home anymore and one still in high school. We sat and watched horrified as the two towers fell, as we found out the Pentagon had been hit and as we learned that a fourth plane had crashed. A quietness fell upon the entire country, a stillness even in the air as though we were all holding our breath waiting, praying and watching. We knew we would never be the same. It was hard not to constantly watch the news coverage even though most of it was just the same stuff over and over. How could this have happened to us, afterall we are Americans! How dare someone come and attack us on our soil. I pray for the families of those that died that day, I pray for our Nation, I pray for those of us who watched this chapter in our Nation's history play out. And today I remember.