10 years ago I was pregnant with Lily when I got a call at work from my husband telling me he would be late home from work as a plane had crashed into the World Trade Centre (my husband works is an operations manager in news and magazine distribution). I was completely shocked (we had been there ourselves before we had had children) but I had no idea how much more shocking the day was going to become. Work stopped, everyone was taking calls from family members who were at home watching the news as the most horrible day in my memory progressed. I spent the rest of the day watching the TV with my hands over my mouth time and time again and my three year old son asking me why I was crying. This was the day I learned just how much evil there is in the world. But more importanly, I learned about strength, patriotism and love.
Even though I am in the UK I believe that we are one world - what happened on 9/11 was the most awful thing I could ever have imagined. It affected everyone. I still can't watch footage of the day without crying all over again.