I was in the Toronto airport to fly back to the states with a group of coworkers. The desk clerk said nothing, only that the U.S. had closed its borders and we couldn't fly. Cell phones were not ubiquitous then and airport clerks wouldnt tell us a thing. I noticed flight attendants outside the terminal crying and smoking. We were stranded and so we had to go back to hotel. From there we saw the unbeliveable footage of what happened. It took several days
To finally rent a van for our group to all fit in. We drove till 11:00pm for two days before finally getting home (we lived in the southwest. I was never hso ahappy to be home, as I had heen separated from children and husband. I have PTSD from that time and never go to large gatherings outdoors. I stopped listening to music radio ststions and instead watched news. The attack changed my life priorities. I don't believe the official story; read Crossing the Rubicon by Michael C. Ruppert and learned a lot. I will never trust our government again because they lied to us about it.