I remember this day very clearly...I had just gotten up and out of the shower. I haven't even turned on the TV yet. There was a lady that I had worked with and she had had some serious surgery and I had heard that she was home from the hospital. So I was going to call her and check on her to see how she was doing. During our conversation she asked if I had seen the news yet and I said "No, whats going on?" (as I turned on the TV) and she proceeded to tell me that a plane had just struck one of the towers and at this time we just thought it was a freak accident. I got off the phone with her so I could pay attention to what was going on. A few minutes later I saw the second plane hit and then heard them talking about the one at the Pentagon and then in the blur came the fourth plane in a field in Pennsylvania...I was thinking "what the hell is going on?" and of course was in tears and then somewhere in the midst of this I came to conclusion that it was an attack. I stayed glued to the news all day, but I still had to go to work that afternoon. I was working in a factory at the time and we all had our headphones on listening to the radio...everyone was like zombies...we did'nt hardly get any work done at all. I had heard on one of the stations that I was listening to say that there was going to be a nation wide moment of silence and prayer at 7pm. We told our boss and that we wanted to participate...and I remember all of us going outside and we circled our flag pole and this one lady (I never knew her name) said the most beautiful prayer I had ever heard...needless to say we were all in tears and holding hands and hugging...even people that were complete strangers to each other and had never associated with each other before. We stayed out there a long time...then everything else after that for the next few days is in a haze for me.