It was a bright, clear sunny morning, and I came out the door to go to work. My neighbour Shawn was standing outside having a smoke.

"Did you hear the news?" he asked.

I hadn't yet.

He told me about planes flying into the World Trade Centre...and the Pentagon, I think...it was kind of a blur. I certainly knew OF the WTC - but had never seen a picture.

I had no TV - but the online photos were unbelievable, literally. Like many disasters, like the Challenger, the pictures played over and over again. That same dull shock and disbelief when I saw the TV pictures, no matter how many times I saw it.

Except this was an attack. This didn't happen. Not "here" - North America.

I know some Canadians died. But my heart and prayers are with everyone who lost a loved one, who ran from the imploding buildings. A friend of mine's brother in Mass lost a friend in the towers, and he still isn't "right".

Prayers for healing, prayers for the innocent, prayers for the truth and justice to be done.