Where were you when you first realized what was happening? What were you doing? I was driving to work and I was pregnant with my first daughter. I remember hearing what I thought was some sort of fake radio promotion. It took several minutes for it to sink in that something horrible was really happening. I called my husband at home and told him to turn on the TV because a plane had crashed into a building in New York City. That was all I knew. I would know more than I could ever really imagine later that morning.
In honor of all the men and women, the husbands and wives, the fathers and mothers, the sisters and brothers, the daughters and sons who lost their lives on September 11, I wanted to repost something I wrote originally in 2006 memorializing New York firefighter Lt. Peter L. Freund.
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