On this day, five years ago, I was in my living room with my dad. I had graduated from college and was substitute teaching. I did not have a gig that day and was home. I woke up and my dad told me a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center; it was a little after 9. Like everyone else, I was unable to believe what I was seeing and unable to look away. I kept drifting back to the living room in horror.
This day is a when time we should remember the things we have seen in our lives and be thankful for the things which we have been given, however small or large they may be.
–Jane, is thankful indeed