i woke up to go to work and my cousin called me and told me to turn on the tv. i turned it on and i couldnt belive what i was watching, it really freaked me out. i called work and no one picked up, so i went anyway. i worked at universal studios in LA and the security was crazy, i got into the office and they told me to go home cause of what happend, so i went back home. watched it a bit more and called my cousin and went to breakfast. my dad told me to be careful since we are of middle eastern decent and that alot of people will be pissed off about it and that i should watch my back cause of that. that night i didnt sleep and i felt that my life had changed, that i should live my life a day at a time and try to do everything ive always wanted to do. i listend to 3rd eye blinds hows it gonna be for 3 hours straight and i almost cried. i could hear the fighter jets flying over my house all night. but now that i look back on it i dont know what to think. part of me wants to look at it the way that most others look at it, but then the part that thinks deeper makes me want to belive that the government knew about it and had done nothing to prevent all the lives that were lost that day. either way the whole situation was ****ed up, and i dont think its gonna get better. when were done beating them down after awhile, they will get their forces back up and it will be the same as 9-11 maybe even worse. to this day i wish i could have helped some how...