DisInVincible

When the Twin Towers came down, my life crashed all around. Two days after + 9/11/2001, I awoke in the middle of the night to an excruciating “BOOM” unlike any loud noise I’d ever heard before, I heard and saw shadows of my family and invading troops as I was unable to move. I felt the searing heat, panic of being unable to follow loved ones into a bomb shelter... I saw and felt tall flames and smell thick smoke in the air of my bedroom - I was absolutely terrified. This was World War 3 and I was about to die. I was unable to scream, but I heard the screams of those near to me crying out in horrific pain as they burned alive. Ken shook me saying “Wake up, it's OK.” He informed me there was no invasion in our bedroom. I was utterly perplexed and horrified as well as isolated and alone in my harrowing ordeal. This scenario replayed itself several times a night each night from this point onward.