story1083.xml
Title
story1083.xml
Source
born-digital
Media Type
story
Date Entered
2002-08-19
911DA Story: Story
A few months before the attacks I kept having a strange feeling when I would drive pass the Pentagon. About a month or two before the attacks I had the strongest strange feeling with a vision of something hitting the Pentagon.
Little did I know this vision would become a reality.
I was at home when the first plane hit WTC. By the time I arrived at work the second plane hit WTC. I went to the cafeteria to get something for breakfast when I remembered the vision I had a couple of months prior. I said to someone, "What if they hit the Pentagon"? Just as I said that a gentleman came from around the corner and said, "They just hit the Pentagon". I rushed to the television there in the cafeteria, but all I can remember is seeing chaos on the tv.
I rushed to try to call my sister at the Pentagon, but the phones were dead. I finally got her voice mail, but I did not reach her. Our company closed for the day, and I went home making phone calls to the hospitals searching for my sister. I could not make it into DC since the news announced that the streets were blocked off.
Later that day, I finally arrived at my parent's home, and we waited to hear from my sister. My brother rode his bike to area hospitals searching for our sister. My father caught up with my brother, and together they both continued to look in the hospitals.
While my mother and I and my sister's two children stayed at the house, we called co-worker's families who also had not heard from their loved ones. We feared the worse, but I kept holding on to faith and hope.
I was angry and resented when flowers were delivered to my parent's home because I did not want to accept that my sister was dead unless the Army confirmed it.
It is 11 months later now, and I still get choked up when I think of my sister. Samantha (Sennea) was my twin sister for 36 years, and I had my first birthday without her on November 13, 2001. As far as I am concerned she is still my twin, my sister, my best friend no matter where she is.
I am proud of her, and I know her death was not in vain. God wathces over us all, and it is His strength that keeps my family going, and it keeps others who lost a loved one strong. My sister was a devout Christian, and I know she is with God, and I will see her again (1 Thessalonians 4:13-18).
My minister told me one thing that was the turning point for me. He said that if Jesus suffered, why can't we. Jesus understands our pain because He feels the same pain.
My heart goes out to all those who have lost a loved one - not only on September 11, 2001.
Little did I know this vision would become a reality.
I was at home when the first plane hit WTC. By the time I arrived at work the second plane hit WTC. I went to the cafeteria to get something for breakfast when I remembered the vision I had a couple of months prior. I said to someone, "What if they hit the Pentagon"? Just as I said that a gentleman came from around the corner and said, "They just hit the Pentagon". I rushed to the television there in the cafeteria, but all I can remember is seeing chaos on the tv.
I rushed to try to call my sister at the Pentagon, but the phones were dead. I finally got her voice mail, but I did not reach her. Our company closed for the day, and I went home making phone calls to the hospitals searching for my sister. I could not make it into DC since the news announced that the streets were blocked off.
Later that day, I finally arrived at my parent's home, and we waited to hear from my sister. My brother rode his bike to area hospitals searching for our sister. My father caught up with my brother, and together they both continued to look in the hospitals.
While my mother and I and my sister's two children stayed at the house, we called co-worker's families who also had not heard from their loved ones. We feared the worse, but I kept holding on to faith and hope.
I was angry and resented when flowers were delivered to my parent's home because I did not want to accept that my sister was dead unless the Army confirmed it.
It is 11 months later now, and I still get choked up when I think of my sister. Samantha (Sennea) was my twin sister for 36 years, and I had my first birthday without her on November 13, 2001. As far as I am concerned she is still my twin, my sister, my best friend no matter where she is.
I am proud of her, and I know her death was not in vain. God wathces over us all, and it is His strength that keeps my family going, and it keeps others who lost a loved one strong. My sister was a devout Christian, and I know she is with God, and I will see her again (1 Thessalonians 4:13-18).
My minister told me one thing that was the turning point for me. He said that if Jesus suffered, why can't we. Jesus understands our pain because He feels the same pain.
My heart goes out to all those who have lost a loved one - not only on September 11, 2001.
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Citation
“story1083.xml,” September 11 Digital Archive, accessed January 15, 2025, https://911digitalarchive.org/items/show/4606.