My son Steven called me from the shipyard and asked, “Mom, do you have the T.V. on?” I told him no. He said, “Mom, turn it on, it’s bad.” My friend Karen was with me and when I turned on the T.V. we couldn’t believe what we were seeing and hearing. My first thought was, a few years earlier, I had been with friends on the observation deck of those towers. Then reality hit me and I grabbed my phone. At that time my cousin Andy was a policeman in New York and his wife, Renée, worked at the bank across the street from the towers. No answer at either number, but all phone service was disrupted at the time. I cried, thinking of them and all those people in the towers and on the planes. I finally reached Renée at 3:30 that afternoon, they were OK and had been off that day to sign papers on their new house. Andy had immediately gone back in to do whatever he could, and she was home with the kids. While I was relieved they were OK, I felt guilty because of all those that weren’t getting good ne...