story2859.xml
Title
story2859.xml
Source
born-digital
Media Type
story
Date Entered
2002-09-11
911DA Story: Story
I was 16 and a junior in highschool. My lab partener and I had just finished cleaning up from disecting a cat, when a teacher ran through the door yelling about somthing or other. I paid no attention but my teacher ran quickly to the television and turned it on. I went on my merry way until one of my friends caught up and explained, i was horrified, i wasn't sure what was going on and that lead to my fear. In my American lit class we sat and watched as smoke billowed from the buildings, reporters were talking loud and the screams of people could be heard in the back ground. I don't think i fully understood the repercusions until the reporter called out the number of people inside those buildings.
I wanted to talk to my family, make sure they were all okay and to let them know i loved them, I had an uncle whi travels constently and i feared he might have been on an airplane or that he was in New York.
Our principle said that school was going to stay in session and not to panic, but i don't believe that really helped, alot of kids left and went home so that they could be with there families. When i called my dad he and his entire office were all around one small television set.
My Dad never watches television so it was just another clue as to how serious the matter was, I went home that afternoon to find both my mom and dad home, i remember crying then because unlike so many other families now i would be able to cry with them all.
Like so many others I watched late into the night, I watched the buildings tumble, I watched the look for bodies, and the phone calls from beneath the pile of rubble that would only be cleared away days after they died.
I didn't suffer as those who were in the crash did or the families who lost loved ones, theres no way i could. But i did suffer knowing that little kids had one less family member, a wife or husband was now a widow and that people in this world didn't care about that. All they cared about was themselves and what they thought was so holy, how can any one think that god or Allah put us on this earth to kill one another for him?
I wanted to talk to my family, make sure they were all okay and to let them know i loved them, I had an uncle whi travels constently and i feared he might have been on an airplane or that he was in New York.
Our principle said that school was going to stay in session and not to panic, but i don't believe that really helped, alot of kids left and went home so that they could be with there families. When i called my dad he and his entire office were all around one small television set.
My Dad never watches television so it was just another clue as to how serious the matter was, I went home that afternoon to find both my mom and dad home, i remember crying then because unlike so many other families now i would be able to cry with them all.
Like so many others I watched late into the night, I watched the buildings tumble, I watched the look for bodies, and the phone calls from beneath the pile of rubble that would only be cleared away days after they died.
I didn't suffer as those who were in the crash did or the families who lost loved ones, theres no way i could. But i did suffer knowing that little kids had one less family member, a wife or husband was now a widow and that people in this world didn't care about that. All they cared about was themselves and what they thought was so holy, how can any one think that god or Allah put us on this earth to kill one another for him?
Collection
Citation
“story2859.xml,” September 11 Digital Archive, accessed December 30, 2024, https://911digitalarchive.org/items/show/17941.