story6985.xml
Title
story6985.xml
Source
born-digital
Media Type
story
Date Entered
2002-09-13
911DA Story: Story
8:00 am, September 11, 2001
We were starting the first surgical cases for the day, it was a typical day, we were sharing the normal comradery that usually takes place between the Surgeon, Anesthesiologist, and the nurses, I was writing on my patient's and I casually mentioned todays date is 9-11,
we all laughed and carried on with our work, little did we know that before the hour was up how our world would change, no American could have imagined the horror of the senseless terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon. Approximately at 9:00 a.m. we received word that it was believed that the World Trade Center had been hit by a bomb, we tuned our radio to try to receive news from New York, the reports were a plane had crashed into WTC 1, and within minutes another plane had hit WTC 2, the live television coverage of that second plane hitting WTC2 has played over and over in my mind, at that time I was praying for all the employees of the Twin Towers, I did not know at that time that many fire fighters, policemen, and other civilian rescue workers had lost their lives, trying to do what they do, to try to rescue others, putting themselves last, fearlessly entering the burning buildings to try to save as many as possible. The sheer number of casualties were overwhelming. My heart goes out to all who lost a family member, friend, or other loved one that day. I am still very resentful to those responsible for chaning our world, my Father fought in World WarII, I had heard him speak with pride that war had never been waged against the USA by foreign powers against on American soil, BinLauden or who ever was responsible robbed all Americans that day, we can never take for granted our safety, whether on ground or in the air. We have to pray to our Lord, Jesus Christ, for wisdom and strength for daily living. We cannot understand why this happened, we never will in this lifetime. My husband and I had planned a trip to NYC the week of Thanksgiving, 2001, while we were there we were going to celebrate our 30th wedding anniversary, we were able to take that trip, and twice during the week we went to Ground Zero, I felt a strong admiration for the workers working seemingly tirelessly 24 hours a day, digging so carefully, there was an eerie silence there, I felt that I was standing on hallowed ground, I felt the presence of souls there, it is hard to explain, that is why I told my husband, I have to go back at least one more time, I felt unrest at Ground Zero, I wanted to find some closure, but that was not to come. It has now been a year since the tragedy, I hope and pray that those who lost their loved ones are beginning to heal. May God be with you and hold you in the palm of His hands.
We were starting the first surgical cases for the day, it was a typical day, we were sharing the normal comradery that usually takes place between the Surgeon, Anesthesiologist, and the nurses, I was writing on my patient's and I casually mentioned todays date is 9-11,
we all laughed and carried on with our work, little did we know that before the hour was up how our world would change, no American could have imagined the horror of the senseless terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon. Approximately at 9:00 a.m. we received word that it was believed that the World Trade Center had been hit by a bomb, we tuned our radio to try to receive news from New York, the reports were a plane had crashed into WTC 1, and within minutes another plane had hit WTC 2, the live television coverage of that second plane hitting WTC2 has played over and over in my mind, at that time I was praying for all the employees of the Twin Towers, I did not know at that time that many fire fighters, policemen, and other civilian rescue workers had lost their lives, trying to do what they do, to try to rescue others, putting themselves last, fearlessly entering the burning buildings to try to save as many as possible. The sheer number of casualties were overwhelming. My heart goes out to all who lost a family member, friend, or other loved one that day. I am still very resentful to those responsible for chaning our world, my Father fought in World WarII, I had heard him speak with pride that war had never been waged against the USA by foreign powers against on American soil, BinLauden or who ever was responsible robbed all Americans that day, we can never take for granted our safety, whether on ground or in the air. We have to pray to our Lord, Jesus Christ, for wisdom and strength for daily living. We cannot understand why this happened, we never will in this lifetime. My husband and I had planned a trip to NYC the week of Thanksgiving, 2001, while we were there we were going to celebrate our 30th wedding anniversary, we were able to take that trip, and twice during the week we went to Ground Zero, I felt a strong admiration for the workers working seemingly tirelessly 24 hours a day, digging so carefully, there was an eerie silence there, I felt that I was standing on hallowed ground, I felt the presence of souls there, it is hard to explain, that is why I told my husband, I have to go back at least one more time, I felt unrest at Ground Zero, I wanted to find some closure, but that was not to come. It has now been a year since the tragedy, I hope and pray that those who lost their loved ones are beginning to heal. May God be with you and hold you in the palm of His hands.
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“story6985.xml,” September 11 Digital Archive, accessed December 14, 2025, https://911digitalarchive.org/items/show/16117.