story913.xml
Title
story913.xml
Source
born-digital
Media Type
story
Date Entered
2002-07-19
911DA Story: Story
I was 5 months pregnant, thinking of nothing more than of seeing my son. My life had been so sheltered living in a town so small. Important things in history had happened before but nothing had ever affected me like what had happened on that cool day in September. I woke up just like any other day and I got ready for work. My mom needed the car so she dropped me off. As I did every morning I was hearing the radio, not expecting to hear anything different today. When I got off the car everything was normal, but that changed when I walked in the office. I was the first one there, so I did what I usually did. I turned on the lights, checked the fax, you know normal office things. I sat down at my desk and turned on my radio. And that's when I heard the words that would change my life forever. "A plane has crashed into the World Trade Center."
"Yeah right", were the only words I could say. How could the radio people joke about something like that? But they sounded so serious and scared, terrified even. But how could that be true? How could a plane crash into the WTC? So I went and turned on the tv, and then I saw it with my own two eyes, as the second plane hit the second tower. And as I sat alone and watched that I cried. I cried for the people on the planes. I cried for the people in the buildings. And later when the towers collapsed I cried for the people who died and I cried for the people who had lost somebody. I cried for my unborn son and I cried for me. I cried for New York City and the U.S.A. But most of all I cried because the little happy world that I thought existed came tumbling down. My world, the place where there was a place for everybody was destroyed on that fateful day. I couldn't understand how someone can have so much hate and anger at something and hurt all these innocent people. But I understand now, because the hate and anger that those people felt toward us is the same way I feel towards them now. But I know that hate is not the answer, being united is. But it saddens me to know that something like this had to happen to make us put aside our petty differences and unite as a nation. We should have been united from the start. But regardless now we are united and together we shall overcome this tragedy and once again be triumphant.
"Yeah right", were the only words I could say. How could the radio people joke about something like that? But they sounded so serious and scared, terrified even. But how could that be true? How could a plane crash into the WTC? So I went and turned on the tv, and then I saw it with my own two eyes, as the second plane hit the second tower. And as I sat alone and watched that I cried. I cried for the people on the planes. I cried for the people in the buildings. And later when the towers collapsed I cried for the people who died and I cried for the people who had lost somebody. I cried for my unborn son and I cried for me. I cried for New York City and the U.S.A. But most of all I cried because the little happy world that I thought existed came tumbling down. My world, the place where there was a place for everybody was destroyed on that fateful day. I couldn't understand how someone can have so much hate and anger at something and hurt all these innocent people. But I understand now, because the hate and anger that those people felt toward us is the same way I feel towards them now. But I know that hate is not the answer, being united is. But it saddens me to know that something like this had to happen to make us put aside our petty differences and unite as a nation. We should have been united from the start. But regardless now we are united and together we shall overcome this tragedy and once again be triumphant.
Collection
Citation
“story913.xml,” September 11 Digital Archive, accessed December 12, 2025, https://911digitalarchive.org/items/show/16315.