Where Were You On...
...September 11, 2001?
I remember waking up early (I was still in Circulation working my early dispatch hours of 5:30am - 11:30am) and was doing my thing when suddenly I heard the awful news. The district managers were a buzz with the news. Even one of the branch managers out in the field went on the air and informed everyone around 7am Edmonton time that a PLANE CRASHED INTO THE TWIN TOWERS IN NEW YORK.
One of the other circulation call center reps came in to the dispatch office, shocked and confused saying, "What? How in the world can a PLANE crash into the Twin Towers?!" I wasn't sure what the heck was going on since I have no idea what or where this twin towers was. I know where New York is, but the incident sounded so effing surreal to me that I didn't believe.
Then everyone in the office was in an uproar. We still have a smoke room in the second floor lunch room (the ONLY lunch room in the building) and it was packed with reporters all itching for a puff because their phones were ringing off the hook due to the news. We released a midday special edition of the newspaper to report on the status of what just happened over in the east coast.
I came home that day and quickly turned on my television. Every channel I turned to had footage of the disaster. Another plane was reported hitting the Pentagon and another crash-landed somewhere near where the US President usually stays when he's on retreat or something. Then another heart-crushing news; a SECOND PLANE crashed into the already burning tower.
It was still very surreal to me. Mind you I didn't have any relatives living there, but seeing those people...watching those planes burn the towering mound of steel and glass, the people on board the planes already dead and in the process killing more of the people trapped in the burning buildings...it was all too much.
Five years later and I still couldn't believe something like THAT happened. It changed the lives of so many people. A lot of people perished; quite a lot of them innocents who became pawn in a deadly game of terror. Every time I see footages of the burning buildings I feel numb inside. Things happens for a reason, but why must countless people die?
I remember waking up early (I was still in Circulation working my early dispatch hours of 5:30am - 11:30am) and was doing my thing when suddenly I heard the awful news. The district managers were a buzz with the news. Even one of the branch managers out in the field went on the air and informed everyone around 7am Edmonton time that a PLANE CRASHED INTO THE TWIN TOWERS IN NEW YORK.
One of the other circulation call center reps came in to the dispatch office, shocked and confused saying, "What? How in the world can a PLANE crash into the Twin Towers?!" I wasn't sure what the heck was going on since I have no idea what or where this twin towers was. I know where New York is, but the incident sounded so effing surreal to me that I didn't believe.
Then everyone in the office was in an uproar. We still have a smoke room in the second floor lunch room (the ONLY lunch room in the building) and it was packed with reporters all itching for a puff because their phones were ringing off the hook due to the news. We released a midday special edition of the newspaper to report on the status of what just happened over in the east coast.
I came home that day and quickly turned on my television. Every channel I turned to had footage of the disaster. Another plane was reported hitting the Pentagon and another crash-landed somewhere near where the US President usually stays when he's on retreat or something. Then another heart-crushing news; a SECOND PLANE crashed into the already burning tower.
It was still very surreal to me. Mind you I didn't have any relatives living there, but seeing those people...watching those planes burn the towering mound of steel and glass, the people on board the planes already dead and in the process killing more of the people trapped in the burning buildings...it was all too much.
Five years later and I still couldn't believe something like THAT happened. It changed the lives of so many people. A lot of people perished; quite a lot of them innocents who became pawn in a deadly game of terror. Every time I see footages of the burning buildings I feel numb inside. Things happens for a reason, but why must countless people die?