story9492.xml
Title
story9492.xml
Source
born-digital
Media Type
story
Date Entered
2003-09-08
911DA Story: Story
First of all I am from New York and I live here now, but I was a senior at Villanova in Philly at the time.
My roomate woke me up saying that a plane hit the towers...I thaough a small plane and a drunken somebody and maybe a few people were hurt. After being glued to the TV for most of the day I went to class...but I ended up at the church at school (huge and beautiful), it was on my way to class and I found myself pulled inside...I mean be real...class? I was just listening to AM radio about war! What the hell was going on?!
I walk into the church and two of my friends from the city stagger towards me and one of them fell on me...there are no words for the pain being released by this young woman. I could almost fell it buring me skin. You see the majority of this suburb univeristy near Pilly was from New York and Northern Jersey...I knew too many people that day. The worst part was the distance and availability of roads. I was being ripped apart by frustration and it was all I could do to not drive to NY. What good would it have done? I woulnd;t have gotten anywhere near the city and they were cramped with volunteers 2 hours closer than I was...but still.
The next thing I remember was the candles...thousands of candles everywhere. People standing in the front of their respective careers, silent, holding canles that burned for days.
I have returned to New York since college. I have been to Ground Zero, I have seen acres of the open grave, and I have stood with the dead that remain there today. I will never leave New York, it IS and ALWAYS will be a shinging testament to the character and unified spirit of New York, and America! On that day we were all New Yorkers!
My roomate woke me up saying that a plane hit the towers...I thaough a small plane and a drunken somebody and maybe a few people were hurt. After being glued to the TV for most of the day I went to class...but I ended up at the church at school (huge and beautiful), it was on my way to class and I found myself pulled inside...I mean be real...class? I was just listening to AM radio about war! What the hell was going on?!
I walk into the church and two of my friends from the city stagger towards me and one of them fell on me...there are no words for the pain being released by this young woman. I could almost fell it buring me skin. You see the majority of this suburb univeristy near Pilly was from New York and Northern Jersey...I knew too many people that day. The worst part was the distance and availability of roads. I was being ripped apart by frustration and it was all I could do to not drive to NY. What good would it have done? I woulnd;t have gotten anywhere near the city and they were cramped with volunteers 2 hours closer than I was...but still.
The next thing I remember was the candles...thousands of candles everywhere. People standing in the front of their respective careers, silent, holding canles that burned for days.
I have returned to New York since college. I have been to Ground Zero, I have seen acres of the open grave, and I have stood with the dead that remain there today. I will never leave New York, it IS and ALWAYS will be a shinging testament to the character and unified spirit of New York, and America! On that day we were all New Yorkers!
Collection
Citation
“story9492.xml,” September 11 Digital Archive, accessed January 12, 2025, https://911digitalarchive.org/items/show/18834.