I was on a short vacation in South Carolina and was getting ready to head to the airport for home when I learned that a plane had hit the first tower. all air travel was cancelled so I couldn't return home until the following weekend and I was with people that I didn't want to be with. I remember that I was terrified, horrified and so very sad about the events of that day. I did a lot of crying and a lot of praying. I felt very vulnerable. In the home I was in, the father worked at the Pentagon and the daughter lived in New York city, so it was absolute mayhem, but thankfully with a happy ending for the family, as both members were safe. I remember the exaxt moment to this day. It's something I'll never forget.