So, September 11, 2001. Man, that was a day of days. I had just had a new baby three months and one day prior. I was asleep and the phone rang. My stepdad answered and told me the phone was for me. I get to the phone (my now ex-husband, our two kids and I were living with my mom and terminally ill stepfather) and to my shock and amazement, it was my then husband's older sister. At the time, my ex's family called me by a nickname I no longer use. A name I kinda gave myself. For the sake of this true story, though, I'll use my real name. "Rosalyn! Did you hear about what happened?" "No, I just woke up. What's going on?" "A plane just crashed into one of the twin towers!" "WHAT?!" "Yeah, they're saying it was on purpose!" "Oh my God!" I picked up my three-month-old and went downstairs to the den. I got the remote and turned on the TV. I turned it to a news station, and the world just stood still. There, on tel...
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