story5518.xml
Title
story5518.xml
Source
born-digital
Media Type
story
Date Entered
2002-09-11
911DA Story: Story
I was working in a truck stop at 6 am the morning of september 11 2001 helping customers as I normally would until a truckdriver came in and told us to turn on the news and that something had happened so we turned on the tv and there it was the unforgetable sight of the first tower in a smokey cloud and news people gasping in disbeliefe.
I watched and continued on knowing that I couldn't stop and let it get to me then but when I saw the 2nd tower hit by a plane I started to cry. The feeling of shock and emptyness was overwelming. Everyone in the place was shaken up over it and glued to the tv for hours and for the days after people wuld talk about it. I came home that day and got a hold of a friend that was in the Marine Corp. and went to see him I needed to feel safe and that nothing would hurt me but to my surprize I couldn't get on base due to the tragady. I called to talk once I got back home and then called my mom and dad hoping that they could help me deal with what had happened. I decided that I was needed and went to my local blood bank and donated I waited in line for 8 hours just to get in the door and another 3 just to get a chair but that was all I could do I wanted to do more I wanted to go to NY and help in anyother way I could. Weeks later I was in formed that 2 guys that I went to collage here with had graduated and moved to NY and became firefighters and they both didn't make it out alive. Our community was stricken with greife with that news. We all did what we could and wanted to do more but from here in California it was hard so we pulled together and gave the gift of life and that went on for weeks to come. Today September 11 2002 was a day of pain and anger as it was a year agoI cryed off and on all day while working and again the only thing that people could talk about was last year not what had changed during the year.
Thanks for letting me ramble
Janice
I watched and continued on knowing that I couldn't stop and let it get to me then but when I saw the 2nd tower hit by a plane I started to cry. The feeling of shock and emptyness was overwelming. Everyone in the place was shaken up over it and glued to the tv for hours and for the days after people wuld talk about it. I came home that day and got a hold of a friend that was in the Marine Corp. and went to see him I needed to feel safe and that nothing would hurt me but to my surprize I couldn't get on base due to the tragady. I called to talk once I got back home and then called my mom and dad hoping that they could help me deal with what had happened. I decided that I was needed and went to my local blood bank and donated I waited in line for 8 hours just to get in the door and another 3 just to get a chair but that was all I could do I wanted to do more I wanted to go to NY and help in anyother way I could. Weeks later I was in formed that 2 guys that I went to collage here with had graduated and moved to NY and became firefighters and they both didn't make it out alive. Our community was stricken with greife with that news. We all did what we could and wanted to do more but from here in California it was hard so we pulled together and gave the gift of life and that went on for weeks to come. Today September 11 2002 was a day of pain and anger as it was a year agoI cryed off and on all day while working and again the only thing that people could talk about was last year not what had changed during the year.
Thanks for letting me ramble
Janice
Collection
Citation
“story5518.xml,” September 11 Digital Archive, accessed January 8, 2025, https://911digitalarchive.org/items/show/9549.