It was my first semester of college. I was sleeping late because I didn't have class till later on Tuesdays. I heard loud voices outside my dorm room and got up, several of us turned on the TV in the lounge, saw the towers collapse, I remember the reporter telling a woman she was talking to to "run, and protect your baby", as the second tower came collapsing down and the ash cloud grew. I remember crying and calling my family. I had an uncle who lived in NYC at the time and who saw out his window, the second plane hit the tower. Our school always had a chapel service at noon on Tuesdays and I remember going to it and the normal service being changed. I remember how blue and still the sky was and how sunny it was. I remember that night another chapel service, that was crowded and full, strangers joining hands in prayer and embracing. I remember the first plane that did fly again a few days later and how strange it felt and how it brought back those emotions again. I remember creating a banner with my new dorm-mates to say God Bless the Whole World and hanging it out our window. I remember donating blood and the long lines of people wanting to help. I remember how the campus and the country pulled together. I remember every year after on that day as long as I went to college, the bells ringing and the memorial services, and one year being one of the ones who helped read in remembrance, the names of those who died. I lived far from New York, but that day touched us all.