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I remember it very well. Was still in bed when my wife woke me to tell me a plane hit the world trace center. Here I was, still asleep thinking a small private plane had an accident. With my mine racing 100 miles an hour from the previous day, dad's lung surgery and didn't come home until 4 am. I was angry, and sad at the same time. Rushed back to the City Of Hope to tell my father what's happenning. Watching it on TV with him as he rests in bed sitting up.
What made me so sad is that on any given 9/11(or Dec. 7 for that matter), I would ask my kids if their history or any teachers mentioned anything about the event. Nope, not a fooking word. If someone miss gender someone, they pull their hair out. Sad.
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