Posted on 09/10/2008 6:07:02 PM PDT by truthingod
Since we are on the anniversary of 9/11, I think it is important to stop and remember your 9/11 experience. For me it started like a normal day. I was driving my kids to school at 7:10am that day. The sun was shining in that brilliant blue sky with such light! On the way to school, my daughter was asking if I was going to the school meeting that evening to discuss the 8th grade trip to Washington that would be coming up that following spring. I told her no, I thought it was not wise to go to Washington with all of the threats of terrorism--all not realizing what was about to unfold. As we drove up to the school, we saw a beautiful cloud formation in the eastern sky. I commented to my kids that this seemed out of place with such a brilliant blue sky in the background. These clouds seemed to form a crown and the sun was shining through the center of that cloud formation. I thought to myself, "whatever you see in the natual may tell us something about the supernatural." I dropped my kids off and went on to work. At just after 9:00am the announcer on the local christian radio station came on and just said, "I don't know just how to say this, but a plane has just crashed into the Trade Center in New York." I went to look for co-workers to confirm what I just heard and we ran to the kitchen to turn on our little tv. There before our eyes we saw the first tower burning and then we witnessed a second plan hitting the other tower. I ran for a phone. My husband was at our local church praying for a person whose husband had come up missing while diving in the Bahamas on September 10th. I called him and begged him to go to the schools and get the kids. I did not know if our whole country was under attack! All I knew is that I wanted my kids home. It took me nearly 90 minutes to drive home from work that night, because everyone was on the road home. Gas stations were filled with people afraid that our gas supply would be interrupted. The oddest thing was the silence in the sky--no planes or the trails from their exhaust. Our family watched the coverage on tv. We did not know what had happened to us, but we did know that our country was not the same one. Today, I choose to remember. I don't want to forget. God Bless America!
I was here.
It kept me sane.
Me too.
I was at work listening to the radio and I thought it was sci fi at first when a guy started yelling a small plane had hit one of the towers. I thought it was fake.
I was here.
My 15 year old son just asked me about it. He has an English essay to write about it, but he was really pretty young and doesn't remember it all that well anymore.
I live very close to work. I checked the tv and FR at home and everything was fine. I drove a mile to work, walked into my office, fired up FR and there it was.
My husband and I were in Germany. He was stationed in Heidelberg. My son called (it was about 2:30- 2:45 pm there) to ask if I had the TV on. Those are scary words. I tuned in in time to see the second plane hit. The base went straight to “DELTA” and my husband called to say he wouldn’t be home for awhile- he didn’t know how long.
I sat in front of the TV, not sleeping, and crying a LOT for the next two days. I hope we NEVER forget.
As I think I’ve mentioned before, I was sitting and having breakfast in my 29th floor apartment looking out over Battery Park when the second plane flew right by my window, maybe a hundred or two hundred feet away.
From that point, there were a number of traumatic events, but no personal injuries.
You can see my window in the lower left corner of a photograph published the next day in the NY Times, which shows the second plane approaching the Twin Towers from a camera to the south.
Thank you for sharing your experience. It reminds us all of the reality we faced that day.
Wow! What memories for you.
A friend was murdered. I hate jihadists, truthers, and democrats (who tried to parley trutherism into political advantage). F### them all.
Tomorrow will NOT be a good day.
That’s all I can bear to say.
I was at work in a meeting.
A couple coworkers came downstairs and asked me if I could get any information from my ‘right wing wacko site’ (aka ‘freerepublic’) since they heard this nasty story and could not get information on any of the normal internet channels were jammed up and TV was not yet allowed at work.
Freerepublic came through with flying colors.
They setup a TV about three hours later.
That was a shocking and very sad day.
I was at the small Christian school where I teach. All day, parents came in to collect their children. I had to explain to my 10 year old son what was going on. My husband was at a business meeting in Canada. He just made it over the border before they were closed.
I remember the quiet skies, too.
I will add this: I am crying now. I NEVER cry.
That was a day that changed me.
I an my partner was on the way to a job listening to 970am from Tampa, all of a sudden the radio went silent and he started telling step by step what he was getting in. When we got to our job site all we could do was sit in the van and listen in total disbelief as to what we were hearing, needless to say we sat there for hours waiting in hopes that this was kinda a war of the worlds broadcast, no luck.
My alarm went off, radio turned on.
Reports of a second, repeat second airplane hitting the World Trade Center, and an attack on the Pentagon.
I ran downstairs and turned on the television. I said “This is an act of war.”
I listened to the radio on the way to work. Nothing got done that day.
I started watching the news on TV constantly waiting for the inevitable attack on Afghanistan.
I was always conservative at heart, but really became politically aware at that point in my life and began to see what was really happening in the country.
I was working at my job which was about eight blocks away. I walked through Battery Park not more than 25 minutes before. I was at my desk when the first plane hit. I called security to find out what the noise was and was told that a plane hit one of the towers. I could see the building burning from the window of the ladies room in my building. As I left, I heard the second plane hit. We were evacuated and I walked over the Brooklyn Bridge to my sister’s house which was almost 8 miles away. On the way the a man announced that the Pentagon was on fire. Shortly thereafter, the first tower went down. A woman in front of me fainted. Hundreds of us walked across the Brooklyn Bridge through a Muslim neighborhood. Those filthy bastards came out of their stores and muttered to one another in their language knowing full well what went on. A girl I met said “this wouldn’t have happned if Clinton was still President.” I just held my tongue. As we passed an Arab school, the veiled women pulled their children closer to them. They knew who was responsible. It was their kin folk. I managed to get a call to my family to let them know I was okay. I am shaking as I write this. I was one of the lucky ones. I lost no friends or family members and yet I am still raw and feel like I did.
I wasn’t supposed to be working that day, slept in to 8:45. Watched the whole thing live on FoxNews in my pajamas.
After the first impact, I summoned my Korean-War-era father and we watched as the second plane hit.
I turned to him and said “This is war,” and he said through clenched teeth “yes.”
Watched television non-stop that day, barely blinking, for six hours straight.
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