On September 11, 2001, I was in Carson in Los Angeles when my parents woke me up and said that an airplane hit New York’s World Trade Center. I immediately ran to the living room to have watched on TV when another plane hit the tower.
I felt this saddest news in the history of America. I witnessed the mournings of the Americans from those driving thru the dairy in Vermont St., from the bus drivers in Carson Circuit, to every house with the flag half mast.
Even if I am not a citizen of the U.S., I began to learn how to sing “God Bless America” in our church in Torrance. My sympathy and concern to the 9/11 victims is not only because of what happened. But because they were people like us who had the same needs and responsibilities who worked for their loved ones. They were heroes who learned how to survive in this world. Sadly, the untimely day had come to end each one’s journey.
In August 2008, I visited the Ground Zero and took these photos from the One World Financial Center building.
RONALD LUCERO 
I was there too! i remembered one of my customers asked me, ‘are you an afghan?’ i said, ‘pinoy po ako’. hehehe