I remember I called Eddie, and then hung up, and started to wring my hands and pace the house like a crazed woman and then like a voice, but one I didn 't hear, just sort of felt, stopped me, and said "you can pray."
That was it. So I stopped my frenzied pacing and went to my room, lowered myself to my knees and started to pray. I prayed throughout the day.
Later I found out my cousin, Nany, who never ever EVER misses a day of work, decided to be lazy and stay home. She was a carpenter and had to go in that day, don't know which tower, but didn't. Yet so many people did go and paid.
Let no one call this a tragedy.
A hurricane is a tradegy.
A tornado is a tradegy.
An earthquake is a tradegy.
An avalanche is a tradegy.
This was a terrorist attack. Premeditated. Deliberate. An act of war. Not a tradegy.
This is my Pearle Habor. And I will never forget.
God Bless America!