story1936.xml
Title
story1936.xml
Source
born-digital
Media Type
story
Date Entered
2002-09-09
911DA Story: Story
The morning of 09/11/01 I had awaken very early at about 5:50am California time (8:50am N.Y.time). I turned on the news and was mortified about the news of the 1st plane crashing into the twin towers. I sat up in bed & watched the horror. As I sat with my mouth permanently agape, my daughter, who was 5 years old at the time, trodded into my room & couldn't believe I was up watching TV at that time of the morning. She asked what had happened. I explained to her the best I could in terms that a 5 year old would under-stand & that would hopefully not frighten her to much. As we
sat in my bed, I held her close, we watched as the second plane hit. I had taught my daughter not to use the words "OH MY GOD", but to use "oh my gosh", well, the words "OH MY GOD" rolled off of my tongue time after time! We watched through out the morning until she went to school & I went to work.
The next 4 or 5 mornings something inside of me awakened me around 5:30am (I rarely wake before 8:00am). These were cold mornings in my house. My husband had gone to work hours earlier & my daughter was still asleep. As I lay in my bed trying to somehow warm up, I realized I was sitting in a cold, dark, and lonely room. All that I could think of were the poor innocents trapped in the cold, dark and lonely mountainous rubble wishing that they had someone with them to hold them and keep them warm. All that I could do was sit and cry until my daughter woke up. I choked the tears back as to not frighten her.
I live only about a mile from Travis Air Force Base. In the days following the plane crashes, when our military was called upon for duty, there would be 2 F16's at a time take off at least 4 or more times a day. The chills of pride that ran through my body were unexplainable. It was also so amazing how courtious everyone had become. I had never been so proud of my country and the way it's people had come together for each other.
Now 1 year later, I still get the same feeling of dispair for the lost when I wake up before the sun and can't go back to sleep.
The families of the missing and dead are in my thoughts.
sat in my bed, I held her close, we watched as the second plane hit. I had taught my daughter not to use the words "OH MY GOD", but to use "oh my gosh", well, the words "OH MY GOD" rolled off of my tongue time after time! We watched through out the morning until she went to school & I went to work.
The next 4 or 5 mornings something inside of me awakened me around 5:30am (I rarely wake before 8:00am). These were cold mornings in my house. My husband had gone to work hours earlier & my daughter was still asleep. As I lay in my bed trying to somehow warm up, I realized I was sitting in a cold, dark, and lonely room. All that I could think of were the poor innocents trapped in the cold, dark and lonely mountainous rubble wishing that they had someone with them to hold them and keep them warm. All that I could do was sit and cry until my daughter woke up. I choked the tears back as to not frighten her.
I live only about a mile from Travis Air Force Base. In the days following the plane crashes, when our military was called upon for duty, there would be 2 F16's at a time take off at least 4 or more times a day. The chills of pride that ran through my body were unexplainable. It was also so amazing how courtious everyone had become. I had never been so proud of my country and the way it's people had come together for each other.
Now 1 year later, I still get the same feeling of dispair for the lost when I wake up before the sun and can't go back to sleep.
The families of the missing and dead are in my thoughts.
Collection
Citation
“story1936.xml,” September 11 Digital Archive, accessed January 6, 2025, https://911digitalarchive.org/items/show/5146.