I was getting ready for work and I turned on the TV, which I almost never do, and saw what was happening. I ran to the bedroom woke my husband up and told him. We sat on the couch for an hour watching and worrying about his family and my aunt. I called my boss and told her I'd be late. It was a terrible day. Every day when I get up and turn the TV on I feel a slight panic because I wonder what happened during the night. Now it's soon to be 10 years and I still worry. And my eyes still fill with tears for all those poor people.