story4294.xml
Title
story4294.xml
Source
born-digital
Media Type
story
Date Entered
2002-09-11
911DA Story: Story
At 8:55 am my husband called me from work and urged me to turn on the news. He said a plane crashed into the Twin Towers. When I turned on the news I saw one of the towers on fire and smoke billowing out. I couldn't believe my eyes. I remember turning for one split second and when I turned back I witnessed the second plane collide with the second tower. My heart just sank. At that point it didn't sink in but as I drove to pick up a friend on McLean Ave in Yonkers I could see so clearly the towers on fire from the New York State Thruway South right before the McLean Avenue exit. My heart just dropped. I couldn't believe it! The Trade Towers were about 45 minutes away from where I was driving but from the window of my car I thought I could reach out and touch it.
When I reached work everyone was nervous not knowing what was happening. We heard of the third plane hitting the pentagon and it was clearly real to us. We were under attack. On the radio were heard someone live telling the radio announcer on 1010 Wins that the first tower had just came down before her eyes. I ran to an office on the 6th floor of our building and the sight was horrific. I saw a big black mushroom in the sky. It looked just like a scene from a nuclear bomb. I couldn't stop crying from then on.
I was born and raised in New York. I have a vague recollection of my father taking us to the Trade Center when we were children one night to the observatory. It was a majestic view. Nothing could compare. Right then I realized how much I loved being a New Yorker. That New York runs through my blood, its not just a place, its a feeling.
The few times I was sent to the trade center on business I remember the feeling of intimidation. Those buildings were huge and powerful. I wanted to work there but I realized that it was not a place for me. The Twin Towers actually scared me.
Even through all of my mixed emotions about them I still loved them. They were a place I could drive by at any time. I loved seeing them at night and I loved visiting the Atrium around midnight. Where else in the world could you go that would make your heart pound so loudly than there. I've been to the Eiffle Tower and it doesn't compare.
On December 27, 2001 I finally visited the site and once I looked into the gaping hole I broke down in tears. I closed my eyes and I could hear the screams from the people lost there. It's like I felt their souls reaching out for me. I asked God to watch over them. I don't think I can over really go back down there. I don't know when my wounds will heal but that September 11, 2001 will never be erased from my mind. That day, someone betrayed me as a New Yorker. The one thing they didn't get me to do is run from here. I don't think I'll ever run from New York. It's my home, its where I belong, its where I was born and now it's a part of me. I'm proud to be a New Yorker. I'm proud to say that New York runs through my viens.
May God Bless the souls lost, they're in my heart forever.
When I reached work everyone was nervous not knowing what was happening. We heard of the third plane hitting the pentagon and it was clearly real to us. We were under attack. On the radio were heard someone live telling the radio announcer on 1010 Wins that the first tower had just came down before her eyes. I ran to an office on the 6th floor of our building and the sight was horrific. I saw a big black mushroom in the sky. It looked just like a scene from a nuclear bomb. I couldn't stop crying from then on.
I was born and raised in New York. I have a vague recollection of my father taking us to the Trade Center when we were children one night to the observatory. It was a majestic view. Nothing could compare. Right then I realized how much I loved being a New Yorker. That New York runs through my blood, its not just a place, its a feeling.
The few times I was sent to the trade center on business I remember the feeling of intimidation. Those buildings were huge and powerful. I wanted to work there but I realized that it was not a place for me. The Twin Towers actually scared me.
Even through all of my mixed emotions about them I still loved them. They were a place I could drive by at any time. I loved seeing them at night and I loved visiting the Atrium around midnight. Where else in the world could you go that would make your heart pound so loudly than there. I've been to the Eiffle Tower and it doesn't compare.
On December 27, 2001 I finally visited the site and once I looked into the gaping hole I broke down in tears. I closed my eyes and I could hear the screams from the people lost there. It's like I felt their souls reaching out for me. I asked God to watch over them. I don't think I can over really go back down there. I don't know when my wounds will heal but that September 11, 2001 will never be erased from my mind. That day, someone betrayed me as a New Yorker. The one thing they didn't get me to do is run from here. I don't think I'll ever run from New York. It's my home, its where I belong, its where I was born and now it's a part of me. I'm proud to be a New Yorker. I'm proud to say that New York runs through my viens.
May God Bless the souls lost, they're in my heart forever.
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Citation
“story4294.xml,” September 11 Digital Archive, accessed January 10, 2025, https://911digitalarchive.org/items/show/4280.