my story of the 9/11 World Trade Center attack

I was on the rooftop of 2 World Trade Center on Sept. 10, 2001. The roof closed down around 6pm and everyone had to go down to the observation deck-i was one of the last dozen persons on the roof..For some odd reason I felt like crying, which was odd since it was my favorite place in NYC to go and get away from things and meditate-so to speek. Then I realized why I felt the way I did- I was thinking: "I feel sorry for the GOOD people in this world-they are always the ones that get hurt. I flew out that night from JFK around 10pm and arrived home around 6am,Pacific Time, the phone was ringing and the person said "turn on the TV",,I did and thought it was some Ashton Kutcher "Pranked" event. I said "this is NOT funny, this time someone has gone too far, this IS NOT FUNNY.