In remembrance of September 11, 2001
My family and I were living in the San Francisco Bay Area. My mother was getting ready to go to work. She told her husband, my stepfather, about what was happening. A few minutes later, he told me to turn on my television. So I did. I was shocked at what was happening. Being about 3,000 miles away from the East Coast, I felt helpless as to knowing how I could help all of those innocent souls. So the least I could do is pray for them.