I was at home that day, when my wife rushed in from work to say turn on the TV, she'd heard on the car radio that a plane had crashed into one of the twin towers in New York. We sat and watched in horror as the second plane struck! I couldnt quite believe what we were seeing, my wife was weeping and I felt sick, we have no family connections with anyone states side but the effect on us both watching the situation unfold was surprising. I was sat 3000 miles away in the comfort of my own home feeling helpless and guilty because there was nothing I could do to even help! How wierd was that? We sat glued to the TV for the rest of the day and night and for days to come. But we both knew as we watched that second plane coming in that the world would never be quite the same again. Our thoughts this day have been with the victims, their families and the civilian and EMS teams who searched the debris for survivors in the following days. 3 years later we visited New York for a holiday and went to Ground Zero, not to stand and stare or buy those God awful postcards that vendors were trying to shove in our faces but to stand and say a few quiet words and pay our respects to all those lost and to all those effected by the events of that horrendous day. I know we were!
