September 11, 2001 started as just another ordinary day for me. I got out of bed, grumpy as usual, because I'm not a morning person. I got my breakfast of orange juice and a banana, looked at the paper, and turned on the TV to MSNBC to watch a little of Imus.
Except, this time, Imus wasn't on. Instead, was a shot of the WTC, with one of the towers pouring smoke. My mother, who lives with me, came in the living room and saw it too. They said a plane hit the building. We both assumed it was a terrible accident.
After a couple of minutes, I caught a glimpse of a fireball erupting from the other tower. I heard them say that a plane hit the other tower and they replayed it. It was obvious then what was happening. I yelled to my mother, who was now in another part of the house, and told her a plane just hit the other tower, that it was a terrorist attack.
I remember praying for the people in the buildings, praying that they would be able to get out. At the time, I didn't know the planes were passenger planes.
Numb and on autopilot, I went to go take my shower and get dressed. I was already running late as it was.
When I got out of the shower, I heard about the Pentagon. I was also horrified to find out passenger planes were used.
I drove to work, which is just five minutes from my house. As I pulled into the parking lot, I heard on the radio that one of the towers had completely collapsed.
At work, I got on the internet to keep track of the news. I also turned on my radio to listen to the coverage. The whole office wanted to hear, so I turned it up. It stayed on most of the day.
As time progressed, there were additional horrors...the other tower collapsed and another plane crashed. There were wild rumors about other missing planes.
I remember spending the whole day feeling sick and holding in tears. I did allow myself to cry later. The first few days, I felt deep sadness, which then turned to rage. I'm still angry...I believe I always will be.Posted by Susan B. at 11:21 PM to Remembrance