One of our listeners, Lisa Flint, a thoughtful, funny, down-to-earth and refreshingly slightly foul-mouthed transplant from Indiana, shares her memories of 9/11.

I was working at the Welfare Dept on Sept 11 when the day our hearts dropped and our sense of security was compromised. 

My best friend called me and said the World Trade Center had been attacked and I couldn't put in my mind WHERE the World Trade Center WAS...In my head, I was thinking, it was on foreign soil. It HAD to be on foreign soil... 

Once the footage was played on the TV in the lobby of our office, the priorities of my life and the lives of others shifted.

I was angry because I was at work and didn't have my children and family within my arms reach. I wasn't able to fully tell them that the bad guys were far far away. 

But there was also this wonderful event slowly rolling out in front of us. It was the gathering of those that were going to prove that this tragedy was not going to tear us apart...

The surge of people wanting to do something, anything, everything.

The display of flags, the standing up a lot straighter and taller and prepared to defend what we had gotten far too complacent in taking advantage of. 

Sadly, we also witnessed the need to point fingers and place blame on those that were thought to be guilty by association. 

It's one of those moments in history, during my generation and the generation of my children, that we will vividly remember where we were, what we were doing, and the soul searching we had during those first hours of this ear-ringing, stomach-plunging, cold blood running, heavy-hearted moment in time.

‪#‎wherewereyou‬‪#‎never‬-forget   - Lisa Ann Flint

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She's right: I remember exactly where I was when that first plane hit, thinking that it must have been an accident, a mistake.

When the second plane hit, I started to make phone calls, which were sometimes met with  a "We're sorry, all networks are busy" message.

The most scared I've ever been in my life?  No.  The most heartbroken?  Probably.

It's hard to explain how it feels when your home is threatened, when innocent people die, when heroes die.  Most people in my generation don't have to try to explain it, because almost everyone felt the same way.

Never forget.

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