9/11 will be as strong in my memory as where I was the day President Kennedy was shot.
On Sept 11, 2001, I was in my car driving on Waters Ave in Tampa, Florida when my cell phone rang. My new husband, Gerald Lechner told me one tower was hit and a plane was approaching the second. This information was delivered without any preamble or explanation. Total confusion set in as he spoke and then he hung up to watch the events on a work TV. I turned back home as whatever I needed to do was no longer important..
Many questions were to be asked about the horrors of that day, but what was most important in...