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No regrets, accept your past, even the tragedies. My first time accepting that 9/11 had to happen.

Updated: Sep 11, 2020

I want to start off by letting you know that I have never spoken or written about my personal experience with 9/11. I attempted last year, wrote a whole blog and did not go into any details because I wasn't ready. I decided to not post the blog and deleted it. You see, once I get through something, I lock it up, all of the memories of it and move on; and that's just what I did. I locked it up and moved...on. I was a senior in college at this time. I was working part-time in the Mercy College's Admissions office, and I was maybe 30 minutes at work when it happened. I was working at the Bronx campus, so I was nowhere near it however, it was one of the most horrific days of my life. It was absolutely terrifying. Everyone was in a panic, not knowing what was going to be hit next. Which building or area was next to be targeted left everyone afraid and frozen in place. It felt like a war zone and all you could do was pray. All public transportation had stopped and life was still. Just when I felt somewhat safe, I received a call. As I am typing this, I am tearing up. It was an experience I never want to have to go through in my life ever again; and that would be physically impossible to do today. You see, I was nowhere near the Twin Towers, however my mother was. She was a Social Worker at the time for New York Department of Children Services (ACS), and one of her clients had an appointment either in the Towers or near the Towers.

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