story701.xml
Title
story701.xml
Source
born-digital
Media Type
story
Date Entered
2002-06-03
911DA Story: Story
The morning of September 11th will forever be burned into my memory. That morning I was planning to go there for a open interview day at Borders bookstore. The interviews started at 9 but I was planning to be there early so I can be one of the first in line. By some mystery I didnt wake up when my alarm clock went off at 7:30. At 8:30 I recieved a phone call on my cell from my best friend telling me I was late. I decided not to go and instead stay home and work on something closer. I turned on the T.V. and all that was on was news. I was confused, what was going on? They were talking about how some planes were hijacked. Next thing i know a plane is being flown into Tower 1. i was in shock. I just sat there on my couch and watched the screen as the reporter confirmed that a plane had just ran into the tower. Then another plane flew into Tower 2. It looked like a scene from a movie. I couldn't believe my eyes, the towers were burning. I couldn't tear my eyes away, it was surreal. Then they fell, one after the other. It hit me then, I could have been there. Tears rolled down my eyes and I started screaming "why?". I called my brother-in-law, since he was going to be down there, I felt such a sense of relief when i heard that he was back uptown and away from danger. I tried to call my best friend, who went to Bergtraum High School, but i couldn't get through, all circuits were busy. I was worried sick until that night when he called me and told me that he was alright. The school had been evacuated when the first tower was hit. The next week was a blur. I actually don't remember what I was doing, all I remember was thinking this isn't real. It couldn't be. I finally cried on the 6 month anniversary of the attacks. I went to Battery Park City and was at the temporary memorial of the bronze statue that had survived. Just seeing it made me so sad, and I cried. Even now, I am still thankful that I had woken up late. Maybe God was looking down on me that day.
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Citation
“story701.xml,” September 11 Digital Archive, accessed January 13, 2025, https://911digitalarchive.org/items/show/6263.