story1992.xml
Title
story1992.xml
Source
born-digital
Media Type
story
Date Entered
2002-09-09
911DA Story: Story
I was awakened by the phone around 8am(central time), it was my friend ,Sheri."Bob! A plane just flew into the World Trade Center!".
I was highly confused, a mixture of not being a morning person, Sheri's incredibly fast speech, and the fact that this was day two of cycle five of my chemotherapy session for colon cancer and was rather weak. All I could figure out how to say was "What?"
"The Trade Center! New York! A big plane just flew into it!"
"Accident?"
"I don't know, the news is back on, I'll call you back"
I layed there not suree if the conversation had just happened. Before I could get the TV on another call confimed it had, and it was worse than I could have hoped: "A second plane hit the other tower!" ..... at this point my story isn't too different from most people in Canada or the USA - Why? - Who? - My God! - Where next? ...what i want to share is later that morning i was at the hospital laying in bed getting my treatment, and i can't tell you how many people were there or anything else, i just remember that a roomful of us were all there fighting for our lives, a battle I'm sure some in that room have already lost, and every one of us could think of nothing but "My God, What can we do to help those poor people?"
I was highly confused, a mixture of not being a morning person, Sheri's incredibly fast speech, and the fact that this was day two of cycle five of my chemotherapy session for colon cancer and was rather weak. All I could figure out how to say was "What?"
"The Trade Center! New York! A big plane just flew into it!"
"Accident?"
"I don't know, the news is back on, I'll call you back"
I layed there not suree if the conversation had just happened. Before I could get the TV on another call confimed it had, and it was worse than I could have hoped: "A second plane hit the other tower!" ..... at this point my story isn't too different from most people in Canada or the USA - Why? - Who? - My God! - Where next? ...what i want to share is later that morning i was at the hospital laying in bed getting my treatment, and i can't tell you how many people were there or anything else, i just remember that a roomful of us were all there fighting for our lives, a battle I'm sure some in that room have already lost, and every one of us could think of nothing but "My God, What can we do to help those poor people?"
Collection
Citation
“story1992.xml,” September 11 Digital Archive, accessed April 13, 2025, https://911digitalarchive.org/items/show/6722.