My grandmother's story of the day the day when terrorists caused 4 planes to crash killing over 3,000 innocent Americans. I'm just so first rated right now and I don't know how to release so I decided to vent on here. This pain in my heart hearing these stories of this horrific day is a reminder of how imperfect this world is. I just needed somewhere to vent and let my feelings rush out. Please if there are any spelling errors please don't criticize me this is one of my first stories I've ever posted.