story2520.xml
Title
story2520.xml
Source
born-digital
Media Type
story
Date Entered
2002-09-11
911DA Story: Story
I heard about the attacks from my Mother. She called me to tell me that a plane had hit the World Trade Center. Things were still so unclear then. I relayed the information to my co-workers. Most everyone went on their way, thinking that it must have been a small plane, an accident. I called my Mother back and I was on the phone with her when she shrieked and began saying over and over, "Oh my God, Oh my God." She told me another plane had hit the second tower.
I was in a panic. I hung up with her and tried to call my cousin who lives in Manhattan. I got through on the first try on her cell phone--she had been still sleeping. I told her "Get up right now, get in your car and come home to us. There is an attack on Manhattan, you need to get out now." Thank God she did. She made it over the bridge just before it was closed off.
I called my friend who is a NYC police officer. He answered on the first try also. I said "Oh thank God your home and safe." He said he was fine, but he had to go. I knew where he had to go. I was afraid I'd never talk to him again.
My boyfriend was supposed to go to the Yankee game that night--he had the tickets in his pocket. I called an begged him not to go--this was before the game was cancelled. The ticket is now framed in our living room as a constant reminder of what that day was.
There were so many more people to call. So many more to make sure were okay--but I couldn't get through to any of them anymore. Lines were tied up. I'd just have to wait. Our company closed and I went to be with my family and watch the horror.
The pain, fear, anger--it was overwhelming. To this day, I don't ever want to forget that feeling. I want to remember it and be grateful everyday for what I have, what could have been taken away that day. I lost some people. I'll never forget.
I'll fight to defend my country, my state, my city, my home. I display the flag for everyone to see. I'm ashamed of myself for not being more patriotic before. i'll make up for it now.
I was in a panic. I hung up with her and tried to call my cousin who lives in Manhattan. I got through on the first try on her cell phone--she had been still sleeping. I told her "Get up right now, get in your car and come home to us. There is an attack on Manhattan, you need to get out now." Thank God she did. She made it over the bridge just before it was closed off.
I called my friend who is a NYC police officer. He answered on the first try also. I said "Oh thank God your home and safe." He said he was fine, but he had to go. I knew where he had to go. I was afraid I'd never talk to him again.
My boyfriend was supposed to go to the Yankee game that night--he had the tickets in his pocket. I called an begged him not to go--this was before the game was cancelled. The ticket is now framed in our living room as a constant reminder of what that day was.
There were so many more people to call. So many more to make sure were okay--but I couldn't get through to any of them anymore. Lines were tied up. I'd just have to wait. Our company closed and I went to be with my family and watch the horror.
The pain, fear, anger--it was overwhelming. To this day, I don't ever want to forget that feeling. I want to remember it and be grateful everyday for what I have, what could have been taken away that day. I lost some people. I'll never forget.
I'll fight to defend my country, my state, my city, my home. I display the flag for everyone to see. I'm ashamed of myself for not being more patriotic before. i'll make up for it now.
Collection
Citation
“story2520.xml,” September 11 Digital Archive, accessed May 1, 2024, https://911digitalarchive.org/items/show/19787.