I held my baby and cried...

On the morning of September 11th, 2001, Abby was at home having ABA therapy for her autism. John was at work, and I was having a lazy morning getting started with my little one, Annalise, who was 2 1/2 months old. John called to tell me to turn on the TV because "We're under attack, or something...two planes have flown into the World Trade Center buildings." I didn't know what to think. As I turned on the TV, I was chilled to the bone by what I was seeing. Not long after I began watching, the buildings fell down. All I could do was hug Annalise to me and cry. I wondered what kind of world I had brought her in to. What could her future hold, with such meanness and cruelty as this in the world? All of our lives changed that day, but now I don't necessarily think it was for the worst. Now we are all painfully aware of the evil that exists in the world-and it's not the United States. Our enemy has a face, and that makes it possible to fight it. We WILL triumph. Today, my thoughts and prayers continue to be with everyone who lost a loved one that day-and for our country as we continue to struggle to heal.