story5610.xml
Title
story5610.xml
Source
born-digital
Media Type
story
Date Entered
2002-09-11
911DA Story: Story
I remember we woke up late that day...my daughter was out in the car, waiting for me to drive her to school. All of a sudden she came running inside, she was 12 at the time, yelling for me to turn on the TV. Every channel was covering it, an airplane had hit one of the Twin Towers. I sat on the couch, stunned.
My God, how could an accident like that have happened.. those poor people. And then the other plane hit! We sat there for over an hour, trying to get a handle on what had happened. I tried to calm down my oldest, as I held my younger two in my arms. Then trying to keep everything as normal as possible I drove my daughter to school, and on the way, we heard about the Pentagon.
After dropping my daughter off, I went to work and found the office in an uproar. Everyone was trying to get through to family members, and co-workers that worked in the Towers. The phone lines were down and cells weren't working...everyone was devastated. After a couple of hours they closed the office and allowed us to go home.
I went to my house picked up my kids and headed for my in-laws. We were still waiting to hear from two of my brother-in-laws. One of them called and said that he was fine and would be home as soon as he could be, they had walked over the Brooklyn Bridge in order to get home. Then we heard that the other was on his way home also..and we all sighed in relief. We were all accounted for. My family was safe!
The next day I found out that one of the girls I work with lost her brother, and his wife was 7 months pregnant. Someone else lost their dad.
We started making collections of the things that they needed at Ground Zero, everyone helped...even the children!
It was amazing, watching everyone pull together, this had only made all of us stronger. We would make it, and we would be all that much stronger for it!
God bless all of those that lost someone, and for those that gave their lives up for me and mine... I can never pay you back and I will never forget you.
My God, how could an accident like that have happened.. those poor people. And then the other plane hit! We sat there for over an hour, trying to get a handle on what had happened. I tried to calm down my oldest, as I held my younger two in my arms. Then trying to keep everything as normal as possible I drove my daughter to school, and on the way, we heard about the Pentagon.
After dropping my daughter off, I went to work and found the office in an uproar. Everyone was trying to get through to family members, and co-workers that worked in the Towers. The phone lines were down and cells weren't working...everyone was devastated. After a couple of hours they closed the office and allowed us to go home.
I went to my house picked up my kids and headed for my in-laws. We were still waiting to hear from two of my brother-in-laws. One of them called and said that he was fine and would be home as soon as he could be, they had walked over the Brooklyn Bridge in order to get home. Then we heard that the other was on his way home also..and we all sighed in relief. We were all accounted for. My family was safe!
The next day I found out that one of the girls I work with lost her brother, and his wife was 7 months pregnant. Someone else lost their dad.
We started making collections of the things that they needed at Ground Zero, everyone helped...even the children!
It was amazing, watching everyone pull together, this had only made all of us stronger. We would make it, and we would be all that much stronger for it!
God bless all of those that lost someone, and for those that gave their lives up for me and mine... I can never pay you back and I will never forget you.
Collection
Citation
“story5610.xml,” September 11 Digital Archive, accessed January 25, 2025, https://911digitalarchive.org/items/show/15854.