nmah6432.xml
Title
nmah6432.xml
Source
born-digital
Media Type
story
Date Entered
2004-02-08
NMAH Story: Story
I live in Snellville, Georgia. I was working at a Kroger store in Lawrenceville some miles to the north of where I live.
I remember that morning being a particularly pretty one, and had a good feeling when I went to work. It started out slow, like any other, but towards 10am, things started to pick up drastically. I started asking what was going on. Customers were telling me that an airplane had been flown into a building in New York.
It becmae impossible to concentrate on work, and I was not to get off until 4pm. All I could do was stand there, check out groceries, and wonder what in the heck was going on. People were nervous, and there seemed to be not direct eye contact with anyone. I drove home that afternoon with a sense of being on eggs.
When I got home, my husband told me what had happened, and it was then that I saw the videos, and some of the photos of who they thought were the hijackers. My heart nearly stopped...
Among those photos were ones of Muhammed Atta. This man had come through my checkout line roughly a week before with a friend. The 'friend' was pleasnat and talkative, and conducted the sale with me. The other man, Atta, would not look me in the eye, and would not speak to me. I instantly got a very bad, cold feeling about this person. I later learned that he and his 'buddies' had been at Gwinnett Co. Airport...taking flying lessons.
The next moment of panic came when I realized that I had cousins working in the North Tower, although later I learned that their law offices had been moved to another location not connected with WTC.
I remember that morning being a particularly pretty one, and had a good feeling when I went to work. It started out slow, like any other, but towards 10am, things started to pick up drastically. I started asking what was going on. Customers were telling me that an airplane had been flown into a building in New York.
It becmae impossible to concentrate on work, and I was not to get off until 4pm. All I could do was stand there, check out groceries, and wonder what in the heck was going on. People were nervous, and there seemed to be not direct eye contact with anyone. I drove home that afternoon with a sense of being on eggs.
When I got home, my husband told me what had happened, and it was then that I saw the videos, and some of the photos of who they thought were the hijackers. My heart nearly stopped...
Among those photos were ones of Muhammed Atta. This man had come through my checkout line roughly a week before with a friend. The 'friend' was pleasnat and talkative, and conducted the sale with me. The other man, Atta, would not look me in the eye, and would not speak to me. I instantly got a very bad, cold feeling about this person. I later learned that he and his 'buddies' had been at Gwinnett Co. Airport...taking flying lessons.
The next moment of panic came when I realized that I had cousins working in the North Tower, although later I learned that their law offices had been moved to another location not connected with WTC.
NMAH Story: Life Changed
Yes! I am not the same trusting soul that I was, and have come to realize that my sheltered life as a child had done nothing to prepare me for this kind of tragedy. I am very much more in tune with my surroundings now, and tend not to gather with large groups of people in public areas.
NMAH Story: Remembered
It should ALL be remembered, so that it never, ever, ever happens again!
NMAH Story: Flag
Yes, I fly the flag. I flew it bwfore in honor of my relatives who fought in WWII. My feelings for the flag were always strong. It did not take a terrorist attack to make me more American.
Citation
“nmah6432.xml,” September 11 Digital Archive, accessed November 26, 2024, https://911digitalarchive.org/items/show/42773.