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I was asleep at home in Cali. My mother called me talking about "plane and WTC." She knows my bf works in the WTC because I was out there three weeks before visiting him. I wasn't clear until I turned on the TV. I was in shock at the devestation, but not particularly concerned about him because I knew he worked in WTC #7, not the Towers. So I hung up and called his home in NJ: nothing, cell phone: got some other guy. Called his office: no incoming calls. So then I got nervous. Called his cousin, who conferenced his mother: she was stressed and hadn't heard from him. Then I started to freak out a bit.
To make a long story short, he called me safe and sound two hours later, and I had to call his family. It was the most "on the ground praying" two hours I've had. My heart and prayers truly go out to the families of the victims, because for a few moments, I didn't know what the status was of my loved one, and I have a taste of what they must be going through.
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