After hearing the news on the radio this morning, I cried for the dead.
After watching the planes fly into the buildings, I cried again.
After hearing that a flight attendant on one of planes called on a cell phone and described being hijacked and the crewmembers being stabbed to death, I cried again.
After watching people jump from 100 floors up to avoid the fire, I cried again.
After hearing that the death toll may be higher than the entire Viet Nam war, I cried again.
Then I had to watch the Palistinians dancing in the streets, handing out candy to the children, celebrating the attack. Americans will come together as never before.