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I've decided to make this an annual entry, since trying to retell this is just repetition anyway.
Btw, #wherewereyou is a huge trending topic today, courtesy of the Washington Post.
September 11, 2001. I was 26 years old...
It was a Tuesday. I was working in the newsroom of the local county paper as a clerk, and it was my day off. I slept in late and awoke at 9 a.m. My grandma said that a plane had crashed into a building in New York City; I thought it was a Cessna or something that had hit the Chrysler Building or the Empire State Building. Then I turned on the TV in time to see the second plane hit the other tower. My stomach just tightened up, and I watched the World Trade Center smoke and burn.
I grabbed my Rosary beads and started to pray just as the first tower collapsed; when the second one fell, I started crying. Then I heard that a plane had crashed into the Pentagon.
And then another plane crashed in Pennsylvania. My heart stopped - my sister and my mom were in Pittsburgh that morning for my sister's eye appointment. I was frantic wondering if she was all right. Then she got home and called us, saying that it had crashed south of Allegheny County. I was relieved, but I was still unnerved by what had happened.
I went to church that night. The place was packed - I had never seen it like that on any given Sunday before that day.
The next day at work I turned on the TV which was not turned on normally. My boss had no problems with that. No one was their usual self that day; the lighthearted atmosphere was gone.
Guys, this is our Pearl Harbor, our Nov. 22, 1963. We'll always remember where we were that day.
Btw, #wherewereyou is a huge trending topic today, courtesy of the Washington Post.
September 11, 2001. I was 26 years old...
It was a Tuesday. I was working in the newsroom of the local county paper as a clerk, and it was my day off. I slept in late and awoke at 9 a.m. My grandma said that a plane had crashed into a building in New York City; I thought it was a Cessna or something that had hit the Chrysler Building or the Empire State Building. Then I turned on the TV in time to see the second plane hit the other tower. My stomach just tightened up, and I watched the World Trade Center smoke and burn.
I grabbed my Rosary beads and started to pray just as the first tower collapsed; when the second one fell, I started crying. Then I heard that a plane had crashed into the Pentagon.
And then another plane crashed in Pennsylvania. My heart stopped - my sister and my mom were in Pittsburgh that morning for my sister's eye appointment. I was frantic wondering if she was all right. Then she got home and called us, saying that it had crashed south of Allegheny County. I was relieved, but I was still unnerved by what had happened.
I went to church that night. The place was packed - I had never seen it like that on any given Sunday before that day.
The next day at work I turned on the TV which was not turned on normally. My boss had no problems with that. No one was their usual self that day; the lighthearted atmosphere was gone.
Guys, this is our Pearl Harbor, our Nov. 22, 1963. We'll always remember where we were that day.