I'll never forget, of course. I was standing in the lab at work when Ken F. came by and said, "Some nut has just run his plane into one of the Twin Towers." Several of us headed down to switch on the TV in our company gym, and we stood there, arms crossed and hearts a-fire, watching the second plane attack. Life was never the same.
I was at work also, Aaron. A young lady there had a teensy little television that she used to watch her soaps during her lunch hour and we strained our eyes to see the screen and follow what was happening. At first we scoffed at it thinking it was a plain terrible accident. Then when the second tower was hit, we all cried and held each other. It was like the end of the world.
I had been in the office several minutes when a co-worker arrived and announced that she'd heard the news of the first plane on her car radio. Several of us went into one of the offices that has a television. I remember wondering what in the world could have caused the pilot to fly into the tower. And then, the second plane hit. We were all in disbelief, but as we all know, the worse was yet to come. I couldn't believe my eyes when the towers fell.One of my co-workers brought in small Amerian flags for each of us (14 in my office)that day. We placed them on the mail slots outside each of our offices doors. No one has ever taken them off. To this day, those flags are our daily reminder of that tragic day.
On Tuesday September 11, 2001, I had a late morning appointment so I let Trish sleep and got the kids up and ready for the day. I turned on the news intime to hear the anchors talking about a fire high up in the World Trade Center, and had just finished changing my daughter's diaper when the second tower was hit. It became clear from the reports that this was no accident, a fact confirmed when the Pentagon was attacked. I held Danny and Katies tightly, eyes glued and unbelieving, realizing their world would be vastly different from mine.
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