I remember to this day where I was & what I was doing on 9/11 of that fateful year.
I remember most of the day too. I was homeless living on the streets of Santa Monica at the time but was going to college in LA.
I was at the bus stop waiting for the bus to go to school when I heard the news. Although it was a weekday, it looked & felt more like a Sunday morning because there were so few people out.
Everyone was numb with shock, walking around in a daze.
As I was riding the bus into LA, I noticed that everywhere. The bus goes by a jewish business & I noticed a bunch of police surrounding it, with yellow tape.
When I got to school, I was told there would be no classes & were sending everyone back home because they were shutting down that same street where the college & jewish place was afraid there would be a terrorist attack on that jewish business.
When I got back into Santa Monica, I was told a story about a man that was bragging on 3rd street Promanade, a tourist attraction, that he was glad that happened & was bad mouthing America. He got beat up for it.
I also found out later from the guy I was with that one of his daughters was on one of the planes that crashed into another targetted area. I don't remember which. It was his youngest daughter coming to see him.
So yeah, this day affects me personally as well.

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