story1620.xml
Title
story1620.xml
Source
born-digital
Media Type
story
Date Entered
2002-08-31
911DA Story: Story
Hello everyone. My name is Amanda Barker. I am 14 years old, and here is my story of where I was on September 11, and how it totally changed my life forever.
I was in the Psych. ward for attempted suicide, and this wasn't my first time being ther for the same reason. Since I was the first to wake up that day, I went to the "den" and turned on the tv. The first thing I saw was horrifying. I saw a plane crash into one of the towers. So I ran to the staff room and pounded on the door, yelling for the staff to come see what was on. All the staff came rushing out to the tv. We stood in awe, watching the horrifying events before us.
Pretty soon the whole floor was crowded around the tv, each of us trying to watch. That day, we did nothing else but watch the reporters repeat them selves over and over, a somewhat different change each time as the day went on. I finally remembered that I had a friend in New York. She lived in Manhattan, and I began crying. She had helped me through the past rough years, and I was scared that I was never going to see her again. One of the staff took me to my room to help me calm down, but I couldn't. I wanted to help, just anything at all. But since I couldn't leave, all I could do was watch, and pray.
For the next few days I was a zombie. Thinking of nothing else. Then I began to realize that I had so much to live for. These people died, without a chance to say goodbye. Suicide has not been in my thoughts since that day. My best friend had died for all I know, because I haven't talked to her since. It's been almost a year now, and I still grieve for the losses of so many. But it changed me forever. I hope they are at peace, and may the goddesses bless and protect their families, and our great nation. Blessed be, Amanda Suzzanne-Agnes Barker
I was in the Psych. ward for attempted suicide, and this wasn't my first time being ther for the same reason. Since I was the first to wake up that day, I went to the "den" and turned on the tv. The first thing I saw was horrifying. I saw a plane crash into one of the towers. So I ran to the staff room and pounded on the door, yelling for the staff to come see what was on. All the staff came rushing out to the tv. We stood in awe, watching the horrifying events before us.
Pretty soon the whole floor was crowded around the tv, each of us trying to watch. That day, we did nothing else but watch the reporters repeat them selves over and over, a somewhat different change each time as the day went on. I finally remembered that I had a friend in New York. She lived in Manhattan, and I began crying. She had helped me through the past rough years, and I was scared that I was never going to see her again. One of the staff took me to my room to help me calm down, but I couldn't. I wanted to help, just anything at all. But since I couldn't leave, all I could do was watch, and pray.
For the next few days I was a zombie. Thinking of nothing else. Then I began to realize that I had so much to live for. These people died, without a chance to say goodbye. Suicide has not been in my thoughts since that day. My best friend had died for all I know, because I haven't talked to her since. It's been almost a year now, and I still grieve for the losses of so many. But it changed me forever. I hope they are at peace, and may the goddesses bless and protect their families, and our great nation. Blessed be, Amanda Suzzanne-Agnes Barker
Collection
Citation
“story1620.xml,” September 11 Digital Archive, accessed December 28, 2025, https://911digitalarchive.org/items/show/13619.