story4339.xml
Title
story4339.xml
Source
born-digital
Media Type
story
Date Entered
2002-09-11
911DA Story: Story
My grandmother was over and she ran into my room. She was frantic. She screamed, " Do you know what's going on, get up!"
I did not know what was going on so I followed her into the room to watch the terror of the falling towers. The second plane had just hit the second tower. I could not believe this. My first thought was that this was an accident. That stupid pilot was unqualified. Then the buildings began to fall and I realized. How in the hell could there be two unqualified pilots hitting both towers. I was afraid at this point. No one went to work. Los Angeles was in a state of confusion and disbelief. I could did not feel the reality of 9/11. Not even when buildings began to crumble. Time passed, and reality struck, hard. I began to cry thinking of the horror those innocent people must have felt. I felt helpless and unsafe. Seeing real people full of life jumping out the windows in desperation to save themselves from the flames was horrifying. My sister called me and we watched the tragedy together. Her brother-in-law was missing. He worked in the Pentagon. My friend, Mike called me. He was frantic he said that his parents were on a train from Philadelphia to Washington and in the middle of nowhere they had to get off of the train and seek refuge with absolute strangers. Luckily, my sister's brother-in-law was across the street as the plane hit the Pentagon and Mike's family was taken in by a nice couple in a Maryland. I cried and cried for days. Hoping and praying that no one that I knew was hurt or dead. I called everyone I knew and told them I loved them. I told them that I hoped everyone that they knew is safe. 9/11/01. That was the day I learned not to take life for granted and have no fear. Ever.
I did not know what was going on so I followed her into the room to watch the terror of the falling towers. The second plane had just hit the second tower. I could not believe this. My first thought was that this was an accident. That stupid pilot was unqualified. Then the buildings began to fall and I realized. How in the hell could there be two unqualified pilots hitting both towers. I was afraid at this point. No one went to work. Los Angeles was in a state of confusion and disbelief. I could did not feel the reality of 9/11. Not even when buildings began to crumble. Time passed, and reality struck, hard. I began to cry thinking of the horror those innocent people must have felt. I felt helpless and unsafe. Seeing real people full of life jumping out the windows in desperation to save themselves from the flames was horrifying. My sister called me and we watched the tragedy together. Her brother-in-law was missing. He worked in the Pentagon. My friend, Mike called me. He was frantic he said that his parents were on a train from Philadelphia to Washington and in the middle of nowhere they had to get off of the train and seek refuge with absolute strangers. Luckily, my sister's brother-in-law was across the street as the plane hit the Pentagon and Mike's family was taken in by a nice couple in a Maryland. I cried and cried for days. Hoping and praying that no one that I knew was hurt or dead. I called everyone I knew and told them I loved them. I told them that I hoped everyone that they knew is safe. 9/11/01. That was the day I learned not to take life for granted and have no fear. Ever.
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Citation
“story4339.xml,” September 11 Digital Archive, accessed December 18, 2025, https://911digitalarchive.org/items/show/9843.