WTC WORLD TRADE CENTER TRIBUTE IN LIGHT
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On this day many of us have a story to tell. We can recall exactly where we were on 9-11 when we heard the news of the terrorist attacks. We remember what we were doing. Some can even remember what they ate, didn't eat, and wore on that day.
I'm interested to hear your story. Share it with us in the comments. If you have already blogged your story, share the link in the comment stream.
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I was headed to work that morning when it happened. Usually I turn on the local radio station and listen to talk radio/news for about 15-20 minutes, the length of my commute. Something made me deviate from my routine that morning. I put in a CD, which I never do, and had no clue what was going on in the world. When I got to work everyone was asking me what I thought about them bombing the World Trade Center? Everyone assumed that I already knew what had happened. It was so shocking to me as I got caught up to speed on the events while watching the news reports on TV at work.
I don't know why I didn't stick to my normal routine of listening to the news on the way to work that morning. I just know that something must have made me switch my habit. As I think back on it, I am kind of glad I wasn't driving down the road and trying to compute what was going on.
I lived in california at the time. I got a very early morning phone call from a boy I was talking to in Missouri and he told me to turn on the news. Nobody knew the plane had hit the building on purpose yet. I watched live as the second building went down. In my office everyone was crying. We had clients all over the country and some from that area called just to have someone to talk to.
All of the rumors started buzzing about where they might hit next. Everyone said the West coast would be next...living in the capital of California made my life very strange in the days to come. Every time a plane flew overhead, everyone's eyes would drift towards the sky and wonder..."Will we be next?"
The first week of September, I visited my aunt and grandmother, but my aunt was becoming ill, so I drove back to Rolla, where I was living with my parents, having just graduated from MU. Sadly, I caught the virus my aunt had, and for three days, I can say without question that I was the sickest I've ever been in my whole life. September 11th, I was able to actually get out of bed, and eagerly I went to the computer. My sweetheart (now my husband) was a Marine stationed in Okinawa, and though I wrote him letters, our only mutual correspondence was IM. Luckily, he was online, and I was about to explain my absence and recent illness when he said he had to go, he had just heard about the World Trade Center. I didn't know what he meant, so he told me to turn on CNN, and abruptly was gone. I turned on the news, and spent the rest of the day as many others did. With so many friends and family in the military, it took years for that feeling of impending doom to go away.
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i was in LA preparing to go to disneyland that day. my family decided to sleep in and my aunt's family went on without us. my dad got a phone call from my aunt soon after they left saying that there were terrorist attacks on the US and they have shut down disneyland. we turned on the news in our hotel and saw all that was going on. so we went to newport beach that day and i was too scared to go back to disneyland the following day because i knew that was the terrorist's next hit. "of course they're gonna hit disneyland! there's a ton of people there!" so, we went to six flags instead and there were only like 50 people in the park. it was awesome. but i was a nervous wreck.
I was managing a call center support team in the UK and we all started to wonder why the phones had gone quiet.
Then my wife rang on my cellphone to tell me to look at the news, no websites for news would really work - but gradually news seeped through.
I remember the feeling of sadness so vividly, I have been to New York a number of times before and after 9/11 - and those towers had cast a shadow on me many times.
Now the lack of those towers casts a different kind of shadow.
Hey A-Weave!
Here is my little story about 9-11.
On the morning of September 11th I woke up to a phone call in the hotel room from my uncle. He simply told my dad to turn on the news. We were in Kentucky, headed for West Virginia. My uncle would be coming to pick us up for the rest of the way there, but to Kentucky, we flew. So on September 10th I was on a plane headed north. Scary thing for a ten year old. To get off a plane then the next morning watch planes crashing into buildings, not even two states over.
We had to stay in West Virginia an extra week than planned with all the airlines down. Then when we did finally make our way back, we were the first flight out. I sat by the stewardess on the flight back. I remember her saying how scared she was to fly now. Even I knew the first flight after that would be the safest. There was no way there would be a terrorist attack right after that.
When I got back to school my class clapped for me. They thought I was on one of the planes since we were headed that direction and then gone an extra week. It was something I will never forget for sure.
a little depressing...(other than the obvious)
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