My daughter, then an intern reporter at the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette, called: "Mom, turn on the TV. We are under attack!" She hung up quickly because there weren't many reporters in the newsroom yet, and she needed to help work the story. Flight 93 was still in the air near Pittsburgh.
I was visiting her and scheduled to fly out the next day. My husband, a Miami-Dade Air Rescue firefighter coming off a 24-hour shift, jumped in his car and drove 20 hours straight. He raced up the stairs and came through the door to get me out like he was on a rescue. I yelled, "You have to sleep. You have to sleep. We are not getting back in the car." The brotherhood of first responders was beyond words on 9-11 and in its aftermath. Besides those who died so courageously in the towers, so many sacrificed themselves in the recovery at ground zero. These heroes can never be adequately recognized and thanked.
And to the tireless journalists and helping professionals who have sorted through the rubble in a different way, thank you.