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I was in Awe.
I was at work. It wasn't busy. The radio is always on but to me it is just background noise. I only remember vaguely hearing that a plane had flown into the World Trade Centre when they suddenly announced that a second one had flown into it. I had a few more customers and then it went very dead for the rest of the day. Everyone was glued to the TV.
i was at the dentist, with the tv screen on while i was in the chair, but only the first plane had hit. at that time, we thought it was an accident. i had just arrived home and put on cnn when the second plane hit, still not even
understanding what was going on, and then the towers came down.
Beautifully written Jay. (although it brought me to tears, and reminded me of some of the things I have forgotten. Namely the "mail threats.")
I was getting ready for my first day on the job for a payroll company, when I watched in shock as the planes hit the twin towers. I kept thinking," this can't be real."
Mentioning the mail reminds me that I was in charge of opening all the mail that came thru the payroll department. I remember praying before I would begin the task of opening the mail.
This truly is a sad day in history.
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I was flooded with memories today too. I stood, dumbstruck in front of the televisions at work. It was horrific.
It was my first day of law school.
I woke up, got dressed, nervously. Got to school slightly before 9am. The school was abuzz. We all went to Contracts class. The prof was like "Someone flew a plane into the world trade centre. You should all leave." after handing us a course outline. So at 9:05 am, me and a bunch of people who I'd barely gotten to know in the drunken stupor of "social orientation" went to find a bar that was open at 9am... and got there just in time to see the first of the two towers collapse.
Where was I? Physically or Metally? To this day, I still feel ashamed of myself over my inaction on that day. I wanted to do SOMETHING, instead I was a sheep and did nothing.
I was in my living room, ready to go to my morning class.
I forgot all about my morning classes that day. Very out of character for me.
I sank to the floor, and sat, as I was, staring. I still remember the anchorman from whom I learned all about it. Kevin Newman. And I never watch the news.
We didn't have television yet. I remember assembling a book case with screws and glue and listening to the radio. I still, to this day, have rarely seen live footage of this day. I also still have that book case
I was at work and one of my coworker's husbands called in to tell her about the first plane...at that point we thought it as just an unfortuante accident and then the day went on...within an hour we were all crowded in the breakroom glued to watching the news.
I actually was working as the offsite first level tech support for the PANYNJ, that is the Port Authority of New York/New Jersey that owned the buildings. We too were just watching the TV, wondering if the people we knew that worked in the WTC were alive. Amazingly, all of our usual contacts made it that day.
i was at work. i was a dental nurse at the time. we didnt have a radio. we didnt have a tv. we were oblivious to the fact anything was going on. until a patient came in and told us. i didnt understand the severity of it til i got home and turned on the tv
I was at work in Washington. I left work and walked 5 miles to a friend's house, where we alternated between Peter Jennings & watching the Pentagon burn from her roof.
Like you Jay, I was home that morning and got a phone call from my sister to turn on CNN......
I watched the second plane hit too, and almost vomited from the feeling in the pit of my stomach.
Thank youf or sharing Jay, I shared my 9/11 on my blog today too
I was woken up to the nightmare unfolding on tv and i tuned in to watch the second plane fly into the other tower.
Thank you for sharing your day
I was in Manila flipping the channel then caught it on CNN so I texted, emailed people!
Today, I talked to my students about 9/11 and I asked them the same question: "Where were you when that happened?"
They said, "I can't remember, Miss. I was 4." One said, "I hate to ask this, Miss, but what happened during 9/11?"
To these kids... it's HISTORY. Something that happened before they can start writing their names. And to us, it seemed like it was yesterday..
I was asleep, my husband stationed overseas. He called me, panicked..."they bombed us! Turn on the news!!!"
"Have you been drinking??"
"DANA, turn on the f'in news. NOW!!"
For three days, I did not move off of that couch. I watched my tv and prayed. I knew that this may keep my husband from coming home. That my uncle, a police office in NYC, may be killed, that a war may begin and I could lose my loved ones in the armed forces.
I knew that day would change my life. And it has.
I was on my way to work. I was listening to Rick and Bubba and I thought it was some sort of joke at first. When I realized it wasn't all I wanted to do was to be with my children.
I was in Brooklyn. I shared some of my day on my blog today. I left out the hours of waiting to hear from friends who I knew were working at or near the Trade Center that day, waiting to hear from my uncle and brother, who both worked in DC, and the panicking that I did before I realized what part of Pennsylvania the fourth plane had hit, midway between my mom and my cousins. I spent most of the day drinking because I couldn't cope with what was happening to my home. I spent a long time playing Nintendo with a seven year old neighbor, trying to answer her questions about why people would want to hurt us and if they would come back and do it again. The worst day of my life.
I was on my way to class. First few days of graduate school. The only American in the class. No one said anything to me. No one cared. I went home early and tried to call my family. Although most of my family is on the west coast I have relatives on Long island, some work in NYC.
FO, Kelly
I was at the gynecologist...my lady doctor was about arm deep (pardon me while I gag...I can't believe I wrote that) when a nurse barged in and told us all about it...
I was shocked for two reasons. 1. because it was a horrible thing to have happened and 2. because the nurse allowed everyone walking in the halls to view me in all of my stirruped splendor.
PS. You're a jerk with all these cliffhangers...I mean that in the most loving of ways. jerk.
I was standing in a coffee shop, waiting to get my morning jolt, when the news came on the tv about the first plane. I walked to my office, called my dh and told my intern, then spent the rest of the morning trying desperately to get online (only dial-up). Finally ended up in the basement of my office building watching tv with some other women (basement was just where the tv was, not a safety thing). At one point, I called someone I knew who worked at city hall to ask if they were shutting down, and she shouted to her co-workers, "(landismom's building name) is closing, and they only have four stories! Why are we still open?"
I was at work, we didn't have a TV so I pictured a small plane, then everyone went into a panic, mothers were leaving to pick up their children at daycare.
We were all yelling and flipping out, this persons father was in Manhattan, this persons husband was there, Andrea from IT was there!!!
I emailed my friend Chris who was in the building directly across, he emailed me back, I still have a copy of it, He was telling me it was horrible, he was watching bodies drop out of the building, then he was gone, no not dead, just evacuated, I finally got him several days later and he was fine, not mentally but he was fine.
Even though I am on Long island in NY you could see the smoke, all the guys at work climbed up to the roof and I followed, we could see the smoke, it was an eerie feeling, there were no cars on the expressway , it was closed, they sent us home we were all in a panic, I was numb,
Everyone lost someone here, I didn't have anyone close but I knew some people an old co worker, an old friend from my club days and many others, at work everyone was pretty safe, my boss lost his best friend and another guy in the building lost his nephew and so on, everyone knew someone here...the weeks to follow brought MANY funerals, oh my goodness I never saw so many in my life, they were huge, the streets blocked off every weekend, sad...
it still makes me cry to watch anything on TV, My neighbors across the street where I live now were gone all day, I just met them this past April when I moved here and the woman told me her husband lost his brotheron 911 he was a fireman 
Numb.............
In my office in NJ, listening to Imus in the morning as I did every morning, and hearing the news guy say that a plane hit the WTC. I remeber the horrified look of my boss when I told her, the fumbling around my Investment counselor and I did to get the TV setup in the lobby again, so we could all see what was going on. I also remember the stupid comments from one of my coworkers, who was just probably nervous at the time, but was just sounding like an idiot. I recall the stupid customers coming in to redeem there $1000 CD and complaining about the low amount of interest while NYC was burning.
And I remember what a beautiful day it was at 8:15
I first heard about the news at my first class in 1st year. At first everyone thought it was a joke but soon realized it was true. I came back to university rez from class and everyone was clued to the TV. We were horrified to see the images on the TV. Some American students phoned home to make sure everyone they knew was ok. One of them had a friend that lost both of her parents.
I was calling my sister for her birthday & literally getting ready to take the train to lower Manhattan.
Being out here on the west coast, it was still quite early in the morning when everything started to unfold. I was awoken by a phone call from my friend Sarah in Ontario: "There have been terrorist attacks in the States. I didn't want to wake you, but I thought you'd want to know." I distinctly remember thinking, in my only half-awake state, "Is it April 1st? What kind of a sick joke is this?" Then I remembered that it was September. I didn't have cable TV, so I turned on the radio, which was carrying the audio from CNN and I listened in stunned disbelief until it was time for me to go to school. During the break in class, we all rushed off to the campus bookstore, which has TVs, to watch in stunned disbelief. I remember it so clearly, like it was just yesterday...
I was on my way home from graveyard shift at work. I heard about the first plane hitting the tower on the radio. They thought it was a small plane and were sort of laughing about the idiot that ran into a tower...
I turned on the TV at home just in time to see the second plane hit.
Shock, horror, numbness. All descriptions but not apt enough.
I remember the next day driving in my car as the sun was setting. BurgerKing had put their huge American flag at halfmast. The melting sun illuminated the flag. I had to pull my car over because I was sobbing. So many people lost. So much pain. It still tears at my heart.
I was teaching my fifth graders. A teachers Aide came to the door and asked me to step into the hall. She told me to go to the principal's office for a meeting. She would watch my class. She was very close mouthed. I thought I was being fired for liking my job too much. All the teachers were crammed into the principal's office and she told us what happened and NOT to tell the kids because some of them had parents there at the WTC. Two Teachers aids whose kids I had taught got excused to go fectch their kids out of the high school and middle school. They brought them to me to take care of. They knew about the thing and watched it on TV in their schools. So together, those three former students and I, tried to pretend that it was just a normal day with three older visiters hanging out around my desk while I taught spelling and writing and Science. My son was in DC and I couldn't get him on the phone. My niece and nephew lived in lower Manhatten. It was later that afternoon that I finally got word from my ex wife that my son was fine. My sister then assured me her kids were unharmed. But the only way any of us stay unharmed now is to put it out of our minds. And so I shall until next year.
i was at work. My wife called to tell me. after we turned on the tv and took it all in i was terrified.
my house was near the airport and i remember for 3 days not hearing any planes flying over.
then i got very angry. i am still angry.
I am angry that my kids will have to grow up in this world so different than i did. they will always have to be looking out for terrorist threats and possbily going to war over it. I am angry that politicians on both sides of this spectrum WONT work together on this. and i am angry that someone wants to kill me because i am not islamic. I dont want to kill anyone because they are not presbeterian
Sorry.... got into a rant there
The sky that morning was the clearest, most beautiful blue. Now when the sky is like that, I think of the horror and sadness of that day. Rat bastards.
I was sleeping (CA time.) My sis called and GuTTer MuNKi answered it. We went back to sleep thinking she was just overreacting about something. (In our defense we were really, really groggy.) Then the second one hit and I think MuNKi's dad called. So it was time to get up and watch the horror on TV. We saw the second tower fall. MuNKi went to work, I took the kids to the park and we met with our regular park pals and just kind of stood there all day in a daze while the kids played. It was so very, very weird not having airplanes flying overhead.
I was squinting my eyes at the fuzz that my TV spewed...we had never bothered to get cable and finally regretted it. We never went to work that day...we walked the empty, silent streets and tried to get our minds around our new world....
I was on the phone with the woman I teach a course with when the planes struck. Once we hung up, I listened to increasingly freaked-out messages from my husband who was in down-town Boston (remember, at least one of the planes took off from Boston). I watched the TV images exactly once. No more to this day. That was enough. There were four people I knew in the Towers. One got out alive.
Being 5 hours ahead I was at work and the person who came in to announce it to the office seemed the only one as concerned as me. I was baffled and tried to make sense. When the second plane hit I couldn't work the rest of the day. Of course I didn't leave but I spent as much time as poss checking the updates on the net and talking on the phone to my dad and a friend who was on holiday - I knew she wouldn't have heard and called to tell her - we had booked to visit NYC a couple of weeks before.
When I got home I made the world's biggest margherita and drank it before knocking at my next door neighbours (I didn't want to be alone in my stupor) and puked in her toilet before returning to my bed.
The next morning I drove to work with my usual station on, who were still playing music but the whole world seemed a different place. They played, "One Love" by Bob Marley and the words fit perfectly.
I was on my way to drop my son off at daycare, and I honestly thought while listening to the radio that it was like when they read War of the Worlds over the radio. A story. Until I switched stations, and switched again, and again, and again, and it was on every station. I ended up going to work to receive a call that my cousin was on the 62nd floor of one of the towers that was hit, but that he made it out. Then he went back to help, and we spent the day waiting for a phone call again that he was ok. It finally came. Then, we shut my store down early, 1) I think out of fear 2) out of respect for what was happening to the United States.
Great post, well written. The 9/11 anniversary seemed to just blow by me. At the time of the attacks I lived about 2 mi from the Pentagaon. I remember feeling the explosion from inside my house. I had just sat down at my desk for a day of work and began seeing all the reports on television. A little while later some of the smoke billowed through my neigborhood. For days afterwards you could see the fires and smoke pouring out of the Pentagon from the highway. I went down there to volunteer with the red cross. It was a very scary and uncertain time, alot of frenzy and chaos.
I was stationed at an Army Base just across the river from Washington D.C. I could see the smoke from the Pentagon and my life and daily routine completely and utterly changed in a matter of about 5 minutes. I found myself, rifle in hand, inspecting vehicles, patting down non-military visitors, setting up barracades, running barbed wire, and forgetting all about sleep and everthing else comforting. It was a day I'll never forget and pray I'll never experience again.
I was at work and we watched in horror as the events happened. We were sent home because of the threat of an attack on Toronto.
I honoured three Torontonians.
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