Sunday, September 11, 2011
What a difficult day this is for everyone. As a New Yorker I think it is especially hard.
I work in NYC. Ten years ago today I was recovering from shoulder surgery and my client had called and asked me to come in just a bit later. It was so fortunate that she did.
I came out of the shower and turned on the TV to see the weather and traffic before I went in and all I saw as the first tower burning. I sat down on the bed, mesmerized by what I was seeing. No one knew yet that it wasn't a horrible accident but terrorists.
My phone started ringing. It was my cousin who lived in DC. He wanted to know if I understood what was going on and to see if I were still home. While on the phone with him he heart sirens. He looked out his window to see smoke coming from the Pentagon. We were both horrified.
Then I saw the second plane hit. It wasn't real, it just couldn't be happening. I started feeling sick. My brother, my husband and my daughter's father were all in the city. I knew they weren't in that area but you never know! I couldn't reach them. Phone lines and cell lines were jammed.
My girlfriend called me hysterical. Her husband worked in the towers. She couldn't reach him. It was all such a nightmare. Hours later, we finally got a hold of him. He was one of the lucky ones. He got out in the nick of time, covered in soot, running for his life, but alive. He is ok physically, but emotionally will never be the same with the things he saw and endured.
My family was all ok. I ran to the school and got my children out. I hugged and kissed them and reassured them all their loved ones were ok.
They don't remember much of that day but for sure, I will never forget. Let's give them all some thoughts and prayers today, both for those we lost and those that survived. Life will never be the same.