story10438.xml
Title
story10438.xml
Source
born-digital
Media Type
story
Date Entered
2004-02-16
911DA Story: Story
I was getting ready for college when I heard about the first plane attack. My heart sank and I had a hard time being able to function. I felt terror that radiated from my throat to the pit of my stomach.
When I picked up another student on the way to school, she had not heard and we both stayed silent the rest of the way. As the Pentigon was struck, I knew my brother worked there and did not know if he was alive or not. I emailed him three times from the college in hopes of some news of him being alive.
The college closed it's doors that day and all Televisions ands big screens were tuned into the events of this tragedy. We had some events with some students that are from Iran, attending college and I never saw any students being mistreated, most of us did not know what to say to them.
A local store owner got his store burned because he was Iranian and some creaps got it into his head that it was his fault. This is outrageous behavior and places those idiots on the same level as the terriorist.
That day seemed like Mother nature was silenced as I noticed the air was void of any planes. My supervisor could not make work for a few days, she was flying over Florida and her plane was diverted to another state.
It was about 3pm mountain time when I heard from him and was informed that he was saved due to the remodeling project there and had been sent to Crystal City until the project was finished.
Later stories came in that this remodeling project had been moved to this earlier date and would have been done later. My brother's office had been totally demolished and had he been there at that time, I would have lost him that day. don't tell me that God is not real.
Things happen for a reason and it saddens me that so many lost there lives that day, but so many more are alive due to circumstances that boggles the mind.
http://www.geocities.com/joanna1953/We_Stand_United.html
here is the poem that I wrote the day after September 11th.
When I picked up another student on the way to school, she had not heard and we both stayed silent the rest of the way. As the Pentigon was struck, I knew my brother worked there and did not know if he was alive or not. I emailed him three times from the college in hopes of some news of him being alive.
The college closed it's doors that day and all Televisions ands big screens were tuned into the events of this tragedy. We had some events with some students that are from Iran, attending college and I never saw any students being mistreated, most of us did not know what to say to them.
A local store owner got his store burned because he was Iranian and some creaps got it into his head that it was his fault. This is outrageous behavior and places those idiots on the same level as the terriorist.
That day seemed like Mother nature was silenced as I noticed the air was void of any planes. My supervisor could not make work for a few days, she was flying over Florida and her plane was diverted to another state.
It was about 3pm mountain time when I heard from him and was informed that he was saved due to the remodeling project there and had been sent to Crystal City until the project was finished.
Later stories came in that this remodeling project had been moved to this earlier date and would have been done later. My brother's office had been totally demolished and had he been there at that time, I would have lost him that day. don't tell me that God is not real.
Things happen for a reason and it saddens me that so many lost there lives that day, but so many more are alive due to circumstances that boggles the mind.
http://www.geocities.com/joanna1953/We_Stand_United.html
here is the poem that I wrote the day after September 11th.
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“story10438.xml,” September 11 Digital Archive, accessed January 9, 2025, https://911digitalarchive.org/items/show/6768.