I was living in South Bronx in NYC at the time. Even after both planes hit, I was in somewhat of a daze trying to figure out what this all meant, how bad of a situation it was. At one point children were all over in the street and I realized they had let the schools out. That's when it sunk in. For about 5 minutes I became so frightened, the world became a darker place. I started looking into our future America, thinking it would become like other parts of the world where you get on the bus to go to work in the morning, and you don't know if you're getting home alive. Would there be more attacks through the night? For some reason I thought I should go to sleep in clothes in case there were bombings at night.
Then I shook myself. I decided at that moment, that I would never -for as long as I'm on this earth- live in fear. I don't care how bad or how violent things get, I am going to live my life and live it fully. If I want to take a flight, I'll take it. I will continue to take subways and buses. I will still choose to think the best about people, especially strangers. That night, I put my pajamas on, and went to bed in peace.