I’d been married for only eight days and in US soil for six. That morning, as a happy new wife, I was wearing a long nightgown (a wedding gift from my grandma) and kissed my husband goodbye as he left for work. After brewing some coffee, I turned on our TV, which was on the floor for lack of furniture, to witness the terrifying image of the second tower being hit by the airplane. My family was entirely in South America, horribly concerned with our safety. I couldn’t reach them or my husband because all phone lines were dead.
--from Dancing with Gaia