September 11, 2012
It’s a eleventh anniversary of September eleventh. I know where I was when I realized that America was under attack. Mom and I were living in Poynette at the time. We were going to Middleton meet my Aunt Mary at the orchid garden. I wanted to go to the University Bookstore to promote my first book. Mom said no to going to the bookstore because we were under attack. I didn’t understand how serious it was until I heard a man being interviewed by a reporter on the radio. The man said, “I was lucky to escape. But I saw a couple of disabled people in electric wheelchairs waiting by the elevators for help. I don’t think they made it out.” It hit home. That could have been me.