story8105.xml
Title
story8105.xml
Source
born-digital
Media Type
story
Date Entered
2002-09-24
911DA Story: Story
Before I begin my story I would like to give thanks to all the people who lost their lives on this horrible day! I want to tell the family's of loved ones lost that day they will never be forgotten! God Bless the United States of America!
I was leaving a meeting from work and just got on the highway headed to my first appointment of the day. I remember thinking what a beautiful day it was, so I opened my sunroof and turned on the raido. The radio announcers were yelling and saying oh my God-oh my God I could not make sense of what was going on, cars on the highway began to pull over and put their flashers on. A shaken radio announcer Mary Skanlin from Kc-101 sadly reported that the World Trade Center in New York City had been hit by a commerical airliner.
I pulled over and picked up my cell phone and called my boyfriend, I wanted to know if he was listening to the radio to make sure I was understanding what I was hearing. Working fairly close to home, I raced there and turned on the Tv, thats when the second plane hit the second tower, I could not believe what I was seeing. I felt my heart sink into my stomach. I was in shock and tears welled up in my eyes, I immediatly called my boyfriend again and begged him to come home. The next broadcast come over the Tv, the Pentagon had been hit by another plane and now they feard more hijacked planes were out there. I thought to myself, this is it, we are under full attack and my heart pounded anticipating the next hit. The intensity in the air was unbearable. Then all hell broke loose, the the first tower collasped. As it fell, to watch all those people running for saftey from smoke and debries was too much to watch. I buried my face into a pillow and sobbed, felling so scard and helpless.
My boyfriend, Billy arrived home, he was also in shock as he listed to the radio on him drive home. It wasn't until he seen the visual on Tv that he began to cry. We held each other tight and then the next broadcast, another plane crashed in Pennsylvaina, and then the second tower collasped. We felt completely helpless and scared. I called my parents, my brother and my sister, I needed to hear there voices. Then Billy and I decided to walk down to the church at the end of our street.
They were just letting the kids out of school, there were allot of parents around scrambeling to pick up their children. Everyone had the same look on there faces...shock, fear and overwhelming saddess. We walked into church and the sound of people crying and praying still gives me goose bumps. For us, it was the only place that we felt we needed to be. Even now just thinking about these horrible acts of terror stirs up the exact same feelings I felt that day. I don't think I will ever completely recover from that feeling of sorrow and loss even though I did not personally know anyone who perished in the attacts, I feel stangely close to them and I think I always will.
I was leaving a meeting from work and just got on the highway headed to my first appointment of the day. I remember thinking what a beautiful day it was, so I opened my sunroof and turned on the raido. The radio announcers were yelling and saying oh my God-oh my God I could not make sense of what was going on, cars on the highway began to pull over and put their flashers on. A shaken radio announcer Mary Skanlin from Kc-101 sadly reported that the World Trade Center in New York City had been hit by a commerical airliner.
I pulled over and picked up my cell phone and called my boyfriend, I wanted to know if he was listening to the radio to make sure I was understanding what I was hearing. Working fairly close to home, I raced there and turned on the Tv, thats when the second plane hit the second tower, I could not believe what I was seeing. I felt my heart sink into my stomach. I was in shock and tears welled up in my eyes, I immediatly called my boyfriend again and begged him to come home. The next broadcast come over the Tv, the Pentagon had been hit by another plane and now they feard more hijacked planes were out there. I thought to myself, this is it, we are under full attack and my heart pounded anticipating the next hit. The intensity in the air was unbearable. Then all hell broke loose, the the first tower collasped. As it fell, to watch all those people running for saftey from smoke and debries was too much to watch. I buried my face into a pillow and sobbed, felling so scard and helpless.
My boyfriend, Billy arrived home, he was also in shock as he listed to the radio on him drive home. It wasn't until he seen the visual on Tv that he began to cry. We held each other tight and then the next broadcast, another plane crashed in Pennsylvaina, and then the second tower collasped. We felt completely helpless and scared. I called my parents, my brother and my sister, I needed to hear there voices. Then Billy and I decided to walk down to the church at the end of our street.
They were just letting the kids out of school, there were allot of parents around scrambeling to pick up their children. Everyone had the same look on there faces...shock, fear and overwhelming saddess. We walked into church and the sound of people crying and praying still gives me goose bumps. For us, it was the only place that we felt we needed to be. Even now just thinking about these horrible acts of terror stirs up the exact same feelings I felt that day. I don't think I will ever completely recover from that feeling of sorrow and loss even though I did not personally know anyone who perished in the attacts, I feel stangely close to them and I think I always will.
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Citation
“story8105.xml,” September 11 Digital Archive, accessed January 9, 2025, https://911digitalarchive.org/items/show/13313.