This story is part of the Gary Sinise Foundation's effort to preserve firsthand memories of September 11 so future generations can learn from those who experienced it.
was in Ohio on 9/11/01.
The only place with a TV at my school was the "head-end" closet, so I had teachers and staff who weren't with students watching it all unfold over my shoulder. I will always remember the feeling in the pit of my stomach when I realized my 16-year-old niece was on her own in NYC trying to break into show business.
At the Gary Sinise Foundation, we're preserving the stories of those who experienced it so they can be shared with generations to come. We must never forget the pain we endured, the heroism we witnessed, or the togetherness we felt.
Your story is part of our history. Will you share it?
