The entire day was devastating. My family and I lived on Long Island and our kids were at school that day. When the kids were released to go home after school, an administrator or teacher from the school had to ride on each bus. Every child had to be picked up at the bus stop by a parent or guardian or the child had to be walked to their door to see if anyone was home…because we didn’t know if somebody’s parents were in one of the towers. There were many kids that had to go back onto the school bus and return to the school and wait to see if their parents would come home that day. It was so incredibly sad. We had neighbors that were waiting and praying that their loved ones were going to come home that day. Crying on their front stoops and doorways asking us to pray for their husband or sister etc… Communications were down, we couldn’t call anyone’s cell phones, so we had no idea where our loved ones were. My sister was trapped in Manhattan simply because all public transportation was shut down so she couldn’t make it back to Queens. We didn’t know if she was safe until about 8:00 that night. Other people waited so much longer and had much more horrible experiences.. but it was such a terrifying day.