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« on: September 11, 2011, 02:28:33 PM »
September 11th, 2001. I was in the third grade at the time, classes were starting about 8. At around 9, the teachers got called out of their classrooms over the intercom, although no one was told why. After about 10 minutes, the teachers came back, obviously disturbed. I had no idea what was happening, nor did anyone else around me. Classes were let out at noon, and I was picked up by my Mom, who was crying.
I found out later why she was upset: my grandparents on my father's side had plans to visit New York that day, and we thought they might have been on those planes that hit the Twin Towers. We got a call from them later that day, saying they had cancelled their plans.
My roommate here said a close friend of his father was supposed to board Flight 11, but after his meeting in Los Angeles was cancelled, he never went to Boston to catch the flight.
God bless the victims and heroes of 9/11. This is an event that, intended to split the world apart, united the globe.