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Post by KSA on Sept 11, 2011 17:18:38 GMT -5
Driving today I listened to the radio and people were sharing stories of what they were doing so I thought we might want to share the same it did change lives even if we not in NYC...DC or PA... I was driving to the law library for work running a little late as usual when I heard on the radio a plane had hit the first tower. By the time I parked, walked and got to work the second plane hit. It was on in the conference room and everyone was gathered around. The law library is in the same building as Court of Appeals and Domestic Court. After much talking and everyone trying to call loved ones with busy signals they evacuated our building and sent us home we had a bomb threat. Twice so the we were off two days I took a 3rd day to be home with Jacob and my husband we stayed at his moms. The day of I rushed to get Jacob from my grandma which is her birthday too....It was a bittersweet day for us.
September 11th I realized I wanted to stay at home with Jacob I put my notice in a few months after. I felt the need to be with him and my family. I was married to his dad at the time and it was not easy but we managed. I was able to stay at home with him until we split the following year. That year with Jacob means so much to me.
Today I found a school that had flags lined in the front I took a walk and a few moments of silence for all that were lost that day. I felt a peace in me and know everyone is in a safe place. NYC has recovered but with a band -aid to help hold it together. I love the city and miss the towers I have never went to ground zero tho. I have never felt right about it. The vendors, selling stuff to tourists. The place I go to for those lost is in my heart.
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Post by JC on Sept 11, 2011 17:29:25 GMT -5
Aw what a nice story about being with your son. I was actually sleeping because it was my day off from work, when my boyfriend at the time called me to wake me up and turn on the TV. He kept yelling that the World Trade Center had been hit but when I turned on the TV I kept getting images of the pentagon on fire. We argued on the phone for a while over who was attacked because he didn't know the pentagon had been hit too. Then the news flashed back to the twin towers and I told him, "OMG they were BOTH attacked." I remember when my big brother came out of his room I told him about the attacks and he just shrugged and said, "Well, I guess we're going to war now." And that was all he said. He's weird.
I think the very worst part of it all was when the first tower fell and I remember my heart just sank because I knew there had been so many firefighters and police officers that ran inside to help. It was just awful. I hate seeing scenes of that day. I remember I yelled to my mom, "It fell it fell!!" And I started to cry. It's just so ugly. And I hate how it just started a 10 year long war that really got us nowhere. All this violence is so senseless.
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Post by KSA on Sept 11, 2011 17:37:10 GMT -5
My heart sank that day too right at that sight of it falling. I still have a hard time of the images after and when I am in NYC I cant even bring myself to think of how it was that day. I cry over the replays. A documentary is on tonight and I want to watch it but Im afraid it maybe a little too much. I may dvr it and watch it on a later day.
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Post by jessabug on Sept 11, 2011 17:51:59 GMT -5
I was in the 6th grade when it happened. I remember we were leaving for school and when we walked out into the driveway our neighbor across the street was picking up his newspaper and said, "Did you see the news?" My mom said no with a puzzled look on her face, and he said "There's been a terrorist attack on the twin towers." Then my mom ran back into the house and turned the TV on. I remember I was SO upset at her for this because she was making me late for school. Being a young child, I didn't understand the magnitude of what was happening. I remember her saying something like "honey, NOBODY is going to care if you're late to school!" When I did finally get to school, there were tons of other students trickling in late too. We had an assembly where they told us what it all meant. Isn't it interesting how so many of us can remember exactly what we were doing? It's like time stood still. I remember feeling very sad too, to find out that there were several parents of kids I went to school with that died in the towers that day. So many families have been hurt by the tragedy.. They are all in my thoughts today.
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Post by Karen on Sept 11, 2011 18:02:22 GMT -5
I had just started my second year of teaching. My first hour of the day was a prep period so I was in the office making copies. The first tower had been hit and one of the secretaries had pulled in a TV to watch it. She told me a plane ran into the building and it didn't register with me until I saw it on TV. When I saw it on tv, I was in disbelief. Shortly after, we heard the second tower was hit. I remember my first class of the day starting shortly after and I was so incredibly distracted. I remember there was a lot of confusion about the Pentagon and the plan that went down. For some reason, I though the plane went down in Colorado. The rest of the day was a blur.
It was impossible to get any internet pages to load because everyone in the world was trying to figure out what was going on. My sister was working in downtown Boston at the time and I was trying to get a hold of her, which is next to impossible when you're trying to teach. I remember a really insensitive a**hole (he was always an ass) make some pretty stupid 'I don't care' comments and I was trying to get him to understand what it all meant. I remember there was a lot of speculation about the number of people dead, the need for blood donations, gas shortages, etc. I waited in line for 30 minutes at the gas station that night. I remember watching the news afterward and seeing all the posters people put up, looking for signs of their loved ones. Breaks my heart to see any footage from that day. I still cry, every time.
I went to the WTC site back in 2007 when I was dating a guy in NYC. He and I were on the outs and I remember wanting some comfort from him when I was there but he was emotionless. It was so incredibly surreal. There was a guy playing Amazing Grace on the flute, totally made me cry. I saw the photos of the memorial and it's so incredibly beautiful. I'd love to go back someday and see it.
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Post by KSA on Sept 11, 2011 19:41:04 GMT -5
I may be able to walk thru it now since it is actually a memorial site. That made me really said that you went with a guy that was emotionless..how is that even possible. That song makes me cry even when its not in front of a memorial site. If we ever make it to NYC together I would go with you cry and give you a nice hug.
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Post by karamelle25 (Linda) on Sept 11, 2011 20:59:37 GMT -5
I was working at home when our milk man arrived and asked me to quickly turn on the tv, which I did. I could not believe what I was seeing. I called my husband and stayed glued to the television. I felt fear and pain and anguish. I prayed and broke down when I saw the other building collapse. I couldn't even begin to imagine how loved ones of those involved would find the strength to rebuild their lives after such a horrific tragedy. Every year, we send out our prayers to those who live on.
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Post by JC on Sept 12, 2011 7:35:21 GMT -5
It's interesting what we were all doing and what age we were back then. Especially Jess! You made me feel old! LOL
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Post by 1234 on Sept 12, 2011 8:26:21 GMT -5
Jess you make me feel old. I started teaching 6th grade in NYC two years after 9-11. My first crop of kids is almost as old as you! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. God I wonder what the hell happened to so many of them.
On 9-11, I was in a remote part of Ireland, about to start my year at Trinity College Dublin. I was really fortunate in my college scholarship--I got a full ride, and it transferred to TCD when I applied. I had taken a series of buses to the rural countryside of County Donegal, and was staying at a hostel 3 miles from the nearest bus stop in the closest town, which consisted of about 1 building (a combination pub, grocery store, and post office). I had just gotten back from a long walk around the countryside, when this complete prick (an older Danish man who liked to hear himself talk a lot) told me that someone had bombed the entire eastern coast of the United States, and that pretty much everything was gone. There was no internet at the hostel, and I didn't own a computer or laptop anyway. There was a phone at the pub/grocery store/post office, so I ran the three miles into "town" and tried to call home. No numbers would go through. I called parents, grandparents, brothers, random friends--nothing. I sort of broke down in the phone booth, thinking that everything I'd ever known had been destroyed, then realized someone else wanted to use the phone so walked out and into the pub. I'm not really sure what happened in the pub--but somehow people realized that the teary 20 year old american girl in dirt-stained boys jeans (I'd fallen several times trying to run as fast as possible to the phone, and was wearing hand-me-up jeans from a friend's younger brother) needed to get to a place where she could access news. This really nice man was driving into Letterkenny (the only town of any size in Donegal) and offered me a ride. I'd carried in my little daypack that had all my belongings, so I jumped in his car and got driven to Letterkenny. It never even occurred to me to worry about the safety of driving a couple hours in the car of a strange older man.
So the weirdest part of it, is that once I actually got a newspaper and saw what had happened, my first reaction was relief. I'd been prepared to see the entire east coast taken out by nuclear bombs, and had accepted that everyone I'd ever known was gone.
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