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Where Were You on 9-11?

I don't think there is a person alive who doesn't remember where they were or what they were doing on 9-11. I was 25-years-old, a SAHM, and only had one child at the time. The day was beautiful and sunny in Chapel Hill, NC and started like every other. We didn't have a television so I didn't know what had happened until hours after. All we had was a laptop with horrible dial-up. I tried to watch web casts of the coverage, but the connection was choppy. All I could do was read the latest news via the Web and listen to the radio. I never saw live coverage of what was happening that day.

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Permalink Reply by Renee on September 11, 2008 at 1:11pm

Count yourself lucky. I was down there in the midst of the madness. Trying to get out of the city to no avail. To make matters worse I was providing care to a co-worker that was losing it all while trying to keep my own composure. I posted my story today - it was cathartic, I have never written anything about those events before today. September 11th

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Permalink Reply by Amy Clary on September 11, 2008 at 3:45pm

I was 21 on this day. I was a nanny at the time and had just seen my little guy off to school so i was in my car driving home. I was listening to Howard Stern and he had an uncomfortable laugh while he was saying, "It looks like one of the twin towers is on fire". He and Robin went back and forth. Was it a fire or was it the sun's reflection. As soon as I arrived home, I turned on the news. I had a feeling something was very wrong. That's when I saw the second plane crash into the second tower. I was frozen stiff. The Today show cut to someone who was in the Pentagon and an explosion happened while he was being interviewed.
I lost it. I called my Mom, who was at work, crying and saying "What is going on?? Are you OK?" Then I called my little guy's Mom who works in a major city in my home state. I made sure she was OK and she told me as soon as she could get to her son, she was going to pick him up from school.
Then, I called my now husband who was attending school on the other side of the state. He and I cried together and I wished he were with me.
I'll never forget how alone and scared I felt on that day. I cried a lot and prayed even more. I had to turn off the news when people started jumping from the towers. I just wanted those images to go away and somehow be anything but real.
It was a terrible day but I hope we NEVER forget the feelings and ugly truths of that day...not to mention the many heroic efforts of every day people.

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Permalink Reply by Kimberlee Keane on September 11, 2008 at 5:56pm

9/11 was actually the day that I found out I was pregnant with my twin boys.. What a day to find out huh?

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Permalink Reply by Yvette on September 11, 2008 at 8:17pm

I got married on Friday night Sept. 7th. It was at the beach in L.I. NY, so we made a weekend out of it. We left for our Honeymoon the evening of Sept. 10th and arrived in Marbella, Spain Sept. 11th.

We napped in the morning. We then went to rent bikes to ride along the beach. As we walked in the bike shop and as we started talking to the owner, he was watching a small t.v.. He turned to us and said "Look...Look...NY blow up....(his english was not very good). We were like what is he talking about?? He kept saying "NY NY blow up...BOOM!...see TV?" Our hearts sank. We ran back to the hotel to call family and friends. We couldn't get through. All lines were busy. We were frantic because we had friends down on wall street.

Finally, we got through to one friend. All she said "Be happy to be where you are and so far so good but it's insanse".

So the start of our marriage was somewhat depressing but all we did was worry.

We tried to smile but a few days went by before we were able to get the whole story from friends.

The following week we went to Portugal and that is when I finally pulled it out of a friend that someone at my wedding was lost in 9/11. My friend from HS lost her Fiance.

One of the guys in my wedding party worked for Cantor but thankfully he was not in the office that morning. He ended up going to 30 funerals in one week,

I spoke to my friend who lost her fiance when she called to thank me. She called to say thank you for playing "At last" at my wedding because at least she got to dance to her wedding song with her fiance.

One of my assistants lost her soon to be fiance and went through a major depression.

Getting on the plane to come home was so scary. We arrived in NYC and the city changed. It was very dim. The energy changed. New Yorkers are a little guarded but warm and always willing to help(at least in my ten years living in NYC) as it is and then this happened...it was a very sad time to be in Manhattan.

I remember the New Years Eve to follow, my husband wanted to bring gas masks out with us "just in case". Yes, he got a little freaked out.

We will always remember 9/11.