I remember sitting in class during PT at UAB.
The class was interrupted by a normally-calm professor who told us anxiously that planes were crashing in New York City.
I remember all 48 of my classmates and a few professors sitting in the teeny tiny break room right outside of the classroom watching the small TV hanging on the wall.
We were sitting around a couple of tables; some people were on the floor; a few people sat on the counter; others were just leaning against the drink machines.
I remember sitting there for what seemed like hours.
I remember there being silence as we just watched the TV.
After that day it was back to the routine as normal for all of us.
But for so many, many people life would never be the same again.
God bless America!