story10956.xml
Title
story10956.xml
Source
born-digital
Media Type
story
Date Entered
2004-09-12
911DA Story: Story
what was i doing on 9/11?
i was at jeff's apartment trying to reconcile our relationship after a break up of 6 months. i had stayed the night and we both had the day off of work. we were woken up by the phone. Jeff's mom was calling to inform us to trun on the tv... i was extreemly sleepy, jeff came in and told me i had to get up and come to the tv. said we were under attack... i didn't belive him and fell back asleep and had a dream about aliens invading the world. jeff came in again and made it quite apparent how important and serious it was that i get up and come to the tv. i got up and sat in front of the tv awe struck. i think we both sat in front of the tv the majority of the day.
at the time i was working for the sprint pcs call center. when i went into work the next day it was very slow... from the calls we did get in most people were wondering when service would be back up in new york, being that some of the most advanced cell towers were on top of the buildings that went down. i also remember getting a call from a customer that really shook me and made me realize just how true that this all was. it broke me out of my denial... a woman called very distraut... saying that she would like to get tapes of her voice mail and the voice mail of her husband. her husband was on one of the airplanes that went into one of the towers. she described the voicemails that were left... her husband telling her how much he loved her, saying sorry for the things he did wrong, praying for her forgiveness. he knew he was going to die....
later that week i was driving home from work listening to the radio... and turned out that 2 of the hijackers lived two doors down from me at my old appartment complex not 2 years before the attacks. i was shocked. terrified that i was that close to someone who could cripple a nation. for the rest of the week i was riddled with guilt thinking about the things i could have done to stop them... i remembered how they would interact with me when i would pass them in the court yard, in the laundry room, and passing by eachothers apartments. i do remember specificly that they would scowl at me... one even spat at me as i walked by... they even went as far as to take my freshly cleaned and dried clothes out of the dryer and throw them on the floor. it all made sence.
today i really tryied not to think about it all. but alas... it's very hard to not think of something that affected everyone in such magnitude.
i was at jeff's apartment trying to reconcile our relationship after a break up of 6 months. i had stayed the night and we both had the day off of work. we were woken up by the phone. Jeff's mom was calling to inform us to trun on the tv... i was extreemly sleepy, jeff came in and told me i had to get up and come to the tv. said we were under attack... i didn't belive him and fell back asleep and had a dream about aliens invading the world. jeff came in again and made it quite apparent how important and serious it was that i get up and come to the tv. i got up and sat in front of the tv awe struck. i think we both sat in front of the tv the majority of the day.
at the time i was working for the sprint pcs call center. when i went into work the next day it was very slow... from the calls we did get in most people were wondering when service would be back up in new york, being that some of the most advanced cell towers were on top of the buildings that went down. i also remember getting a call from a customer that really shook me and made me realize just how true that this all was. it broke me out of my denial... a woman called very distraut... saying that she would like to get tapes of her voice mail and the voice mail of her husband. her husband was on one of the airplanes that went into one of the towers. she described the voicemails that were left... her husband telling her how much he loved her, saying sorry for the things he did wrong, praying for her forgiveness. he knew he was going to die....
later that week i was driving home from work listening to the radio... and turned out that 2 of the hijackers lived two doors down from me at my old appartment complex not 2 years before the attacks. i was shocked. terrified that i was that close to someone who could cripple a nation. for the rest of the week i was riddled with guilt thinking about the things i could have done to stop them... i remembered how they would interact with me when i would pass them in the court yard, in the laundry room, and passing by eachothers apartments. i do remember specificly that they would scowl at me... one even spat at me as i walked by... they even went as far as to take my freshly cleaned and dried clothes out of the dryer and throw them on the floor. it all made sence.
today i really tryied not to think about it all. but alas... it's very hard to not think of something that affected everyone in such magnitude.
Collection
Citation
“story10956.xml,” September 11 Digital Archive, accessed December 20, 2025, https://911digitalarchive.org/items/show/17210.