story804.xml
Title
story804.xml
Source
born-digital
Media Type
story
Date Entered
2002-06-19
911DA Story: Story
I got a call from my aunt telling me that a plane had crashed into the WTC.
I turned on the news, and as I watched I saw the second tower explode. How odd I thought, that the 2nd tower would explode when only the 1st was hit. Then someone called NBC and said, "didn't you see the 2nd plane?" They re-played the footage, and then the newscaster said, "Now we know this is not an accident." My first concern was how was I going to get my 8 year old son home from Riverdale Country School? Giuliani closed the city,
and how would I get to him? Later in the day i went out to the bank to get as much cash as i could -- we were still unsure if the terrorists had any more plans for us. It was chaotic and confusing. Walking down 3rd Avenue was surreal. Hundreds of people were walking uptown, the streets were closed, not a car in sight. I could feel the confusion and sadness and solemnity in the air. When Giulinai finally opened the city to those who wanted to leave, my hsuband, daughter and i went to Westchester to reunite with my son, who had a wonderful afternoon with my father, swimming and eating chocolate! In the following days we tried to return to some kind of normalcy. But we and the city were forever changed. This re-telling does not even begin to capture the horror and sadness and anger that I feel, but it is a beginning.
I turned on the news, and as I watched I saw the second tower explode. How odd I thought, that the 2nd tower would explode when only the 1st was hit. Then someone called NBC and said, "didn't you see the 2nd plane?" They re-played the footage, and then the newscaster said, "Now we know this is not an accident." My first concern was how was I going to get my 8 year old son home from Riverdale Country School? Giuliani closed the city,
and how would I get to him? Later in the day i went out to the bank to get as much cash as i could -- we were still unsure if the terrorists had any more plans for us. It was chaotic and confusing. Walking down 3rd Avenue was surreal. Hundreds of people were walking uptown, the streets were closed, not a car in sight. I could feel the confusion and sadness and solemnity in the air. When Giulinai finally opened the city to those who wanted to leave, my hsuband, daughter and i went to Westchester to reunite with my son, who had a wonderful afternoon with my father, swimming and eating chocolate! In the following days we tried to return to some kind of normalcy. But we and the city were forever changed. This re-telling does not even begin to capture the horror and sadness and anger that I feel, but it is a beginning.
Collection
Citation
“story804.xml,” September 11 Digital Archive, accessed December 16, 2025, https://911digitalarchive.org/items/show/7324.