9/11 rememberance

Good morning ladies. Every year at this time I feel a little bit humbled thinking back on how the world changed so much on 9/11. We learned that we are vulnerable when we were so sure we were 100% safe. We learned that our country is full of heroes. We learned for a time what it meant to be an American and how mad it made us when anyone hurt one, or thousands, of our people. We saw the Twin Towers fall over and over again on the news and each time it made us sad and angry.

Where were you on this fateful day? What do you remember about it as far as feelings and emotions?

    I was at my parents watching their house because they were on a business trip. My mom called me and told me they heard on the radio a plane had hit the first tower. They wanted to know what was going on because they were not getting reception any longer and all the roads were blocked off (they were in Cali). I turned the tv on and just seen smoke. I told my mom I thought the towers were gone and then they replayed the footage...I think we were all in total shock. Then when I heard the reports of the other plane crashes I just couldn't believe it. I was so angry. It was this totally helpless anger because I wanted to do something but was so far away that there wasn't much I could do.
      Not only do I live in NYC but I grew up about a mile from the Twin Towers. On 9/11/01, I was supposed to have a afternoon class at Borough of Manhattan Community College (or BMCC for short), which was six blocks away from the Twin Towers. When everything began, I was in bed. Thank goodness I was home otherwise I would've been traumatized by the craziness that went on at the college. Unfortunately, living in lower Manhattan, there was still tension, fear and eventually sadness from the events of that day. I was lucky to not have lost anyone, but I can't say the same for my husband. He lost his best friend when the first plane crashed into the North Tower. This morning, I held my daughter close as they read his name, Richard L Allen. I shed a tear and whispered to her, "that was your daddy's brother".
        I can remember that day clearly.

        I worked for Walmart Portrait studios as the studio manager. I only had my daughter, she was three years old and her daycare provider was my best friend. I had to leave for work at around 9 AM and for whatever reason I kept the radio off so I had no clue what was going on.

        I get to work and a customer comes up to me and says "Did you hear about the bombing?" because at that moment there was a lot of confusion about what actually happened. I hadn't of course, but they gave me a vague idea of something terrible happening. Walmart had a bunch of TV's all around at the time that would constantly blare their commercials and management changed the TV's to the news.

        Listening to the reports and watching the chaos made me feel cold inside, like a terror I couldn't really explain or understand. All I wanted to do was leave, go home and wrap my arms around my daughter. I called my mom, she worked at a base not terribly far from the Pentagon and they were on lock down. I called my best friend and told her to listen to the news. The other studios around me called and we talked about closing or staying open.

        And then people really started to mobilize within like hours of this happening. I saw people come through with carts of bottled water, blankets and other things. They were going to travel north to help, either with the Red Cross or on their own. I mean this started before noon, people really jumped into action.

        It was such an emotional day.
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