Wasn't this the question everybody asked, "Where were you when the towers were hit?" You would run into a friend you hadn't seen in awhile and ask or they'd ask you. I remember it so vividly, yet I felt like I was in a dream. My son was 2. I had just given him a bath. He had a radio in his room, which we turned on every morning to dance to. When we came in the room the news was on, but I wasn't paying attention, we were giggling, laughing, I was blowing on his tummy. I remember saying to him, "Well I guess we hit the no music part of the hour" and turned it off to go downstairs. Downstairs I turned the TV on, which I almost immediately turn to Rugrats or Sesame Street, but for whatever reason I left it and began to watch the horror unfold. You see, I turned on my TV and a minute later the second plane hit. I slumped on my couch. Hubby was at work, did he know? This was WAY before we even contemplated having cell phones. I sat, staring blankly at my TV, in complete horror. When hubby walked through the door, he shouted, "Turn the TV to a news channel" knowing our routine and the TV would be on some kid program. I just looked up at him. We sat on that couch for what seemed like an eternity. We watched paper blowing around, people jumping from the towers, and the towers falling. Although I have always lived on the west coast, I didn't have friends there, 9/11 didn't touch my life directly, today I remember every detail of that morning. I ask you to take a few moments out of your day to remember 9/11 in prayer. There are still children without a parent, a parent without a child, a wife without a husband, a friend without a friend. God Bless!
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On Tuesday, September 11, 2001 I was in the office preparing for a golf outing I was organizing for the next day. I was running back and forth to my car, putting stuff in my trunk so I wouldn't forget. I remembering thinking the day was so beautiful I didn't want to be working...then I remember back at my desk, I was one of the few people in the office with a radio. I listen to this morning show with two male DJs and they were on the air with their sports guy when they mentioned the first tower had been hit. Everyone thought it was an accident. They (and us - coworkers had started to gather around my desk) were shocked but continued on with our day. When the second plane hit, it was clear that it wasn't a coincidence, though I remember a few folks wanting to believe that at first.
I didn't yet have a family, wasn't yet married to my hubby. But I remember wanting to go home. To get away from office buildings. Once the 3rd plane hit the Pentagon and the 4th went down in PA, I remember thinking that the attacks were going to continue from east to west, and that the Chicago area was next! (I live in Milwaukee, not too far a cry from Chi-town.)
We finally were released to go home just before lunch, and I remember crying, thinking they would reinstate the draft, and that my hubby-to-be would be called to serve. It was truly a horrifying day.
Beautiful post, thanks.
Lovely post. Thank you for visiting!
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