story7646.xml
Title
story7646.xml
Source
born-digital
Media Type
story
Date Entered
2002-09-16
911DA Story: Story
I had just sat down to work at my desk, when a co-worker came into the accounting department to inform us that the first twin tower had been hit by an airplane. We immediately got up and went to his office to look through the window.
It was the worst site I've ever seen in my life. Our beautiful landmark had a huge hole in it. The smoke was so thick, creating an enormous, dark cloud in the sky. I kept running back to my desk to speak with my mother and sister on the telephone. When I returned from one of those calls, the second tower had been hit. We watched in disbelief and with tears running down our faces. Then it was announced that the city was frozen, no trains, no buses, no airplanes no traffic in nor out. We felt like sitting ducks, since some airplanes were reported unaccounted for. The people were seen jumping from the windows to escape the flames and smoke. I prayed for them and their families, the children they would not return to. When the first tower fell I could not accept it. My mind told me it was still standing there behind the smoke. My co-workers assured me it was gone. I thought of the people standing on the street, how many had been killed? A single tower stood without it's twin and it broke my heart because I love this city. I ran down the avenues to meet my sister, as the second tower fell. It may seem silly in comparison with the real heroes of 9/11, but my sister was my hero that day. She made sure our sister-in-law Greta and I went home with her, she wasn't leaving us behind. We were blessed with a ride home, which Lizzette got for us. I was in a daze, in shock, I was'nt thinking straight. The traffic was horrible. People were standing at bus stops, the lines were a block long. Strangers were sharing cabs, something you never see in New York. Thousands of people were crossing bridges and we drove around for a while looking for a open bridge to cross to get to the Bronx. I'll never forget the moment I stepped out of that Jeep and onto familiar ground, I was home. I felt like God had given me a second chance at life. I was glad to see my 8 year old son again.
It was the worst site I've ever seen in my life. Our beautiful landmark had a huge hole in it. The smoke was so thick, creating an enormous, dark cloud in the sky. I kept running back to my desk to speak with my mother and sister on the telephone. When I returned from one of those calls, the second tower had been hit. We watched in disbelief and with tears running down our faces. Then it was announced that the city was frozen, no trains, no buses, no airplanes no traffic in nor out. We felt like sitting ducks, since some airplanes were reported unaccounted for. The people were seen jumping from the windows to escape the flames and smoke. I prayed for them and their families, the children they would not return to. When the first tower fell I could not accept it. My mind told me it was still standing there behind the smoke. My co-workers assured me it was gone. I thought of the people standing on the street, how many had been killed? A single tower stood without it's twin and it broke my heart because I love this city. I ran down the avenues to meet my sister, as the second tower fell. It may seem silly in comparison with the real heroes of 9/11, but my sister was my hero that day. She made sure our sister-in-law Greta and I went home with her, she wasn't leaving us behind. We were blessed with a ride home, which Lizzette got for us. I was in a daze, in shock, I was'nt thinking straight. The traffic was horrible. People were standing at bus stops, the lines were a block long. Strangers were sharing cabs, something you never see in New York. Thousands of people were crossing bridges and we drove around for a while looking for a open bridge to cross to get to the Bronx. I'll never forget the moment I stepped out of that Jeep and onto familiar ground, I was home. I felt like God had given me a second chance at life. I was glad to see my 8 year old son again.
Collection
Citation
“story7646.xml,” September 11 Digital Archive, accessed December 30, 2024, https://911digitalarchive.org/items/show/5660.