Where were you?

I saw this on Julie's blog, and I had to copy the idea. I have been thinking about it also. I think everyone will always remember where they were and what they were doing, atleast I will.
Where were you when the towers fell?
I very specifically remember this day because it was Ian and my 1 month anniversary, and it just happened that we had gotten into our very first "fight" the night before.
As I left for work, he had written the most caring note and left it on the doorknob on the front door, so I would not miss it. While listening to the radio on the drive, I just remember thinking something really big and bad had happenend, but I still wasn't quite sure what was going on. I just needed to call Ian back at home and tell him sorry, and to turn on the tv to see what was going on.
As most of you will remember, those first few hours of watching the coverage, I remember thinking this was unbelievable! And still not sure what was all happening and what else was going to happen. I worked at the Surgical Center at the time and there was a TV in the waiting room, and I remember thinking I couldn't wait to give the receptionist her break so I could watch what was going on. That was the moment that the 2nd plane hit and then the first tower fell. Then hating to have to go back upstairs where we could only listen to what was happening. I think only the very necessity got done that day as we all crowded around the radio just waiting for what was going to come next. And the waiting as they tried to figure out how many more planes had been hijacked. And then to hear about the plane that had crashed into the pentagon, and then the one that crashed in PA, and wondering where would the next one be? Our Administrator and Nurse Administrator and Office Manager had all been at a meeting at Corporate in Alabama, and their plane got grounded somewhere in the midwest, they ended up renting a car and drove the 20 hours straight home.
The unease of everything those first few days and weeks was horrible, and I too remember listening to Pres. Hinckley speak, and feeling his calmness, and assurance to us.
Then how great it was to see and to start to hear of all the heroic stories being told, and the flags going up and the feeling that it didn't matter who you were, but you were still a part of this great country.