Where we you?

On this fateful day seven years ago, I was visiting my father-in-law in the hospital.

He'd had a stroke on August 25th, and was still on the ventilator.

I was talking to him and watching the image on the television at the same time.

When I saw the blackness and smoke, it was difficult to decipher what I was seeing and what was going on.

The newscaster's voice relayed the message: an airplane had flown into the World Trade Center.

I scurried on over to the office where I told the others of the news.

We were able to work *normally* that day, but only because we werent grasping the real issues.