From the archives.
This remains my best recollection of what happened on that very dreadful day.
September 11, 2001.
A day I’ll never, ever forget.
I remember precisely where I was when I heard about what had happened during that dreadful morning. I was a few feet past the Interstate 79 North rest stop off ramp. I can remember thinking to myself that it was incredibly odd that an airplane had crashed into one of the World Trade Center buildings.
I wasn’t sure what kind of airplane it was, but I immediately thought of a small single prop airplane. Jetliner hadn’t come to my mind at all at this point.
“Wow, that’s weird. How can that happen?” I thought to myself.
I continued motoring on my way.
Not long after, I can remember hearing on the radio that another plane had crashed into the second World Trade Center tower. Right then and there, I knew something very bad was taking place, and it was NO accident. We were under attack.
Once I arrived at work and made my way into the common area of our main offices, I saw every one in our group hovering around the television set, watching in absolute disbelief.
I remember a few conversations taking place among my co-workers; like what they thought was happening, and what could be happening next, etc.
Keeping to myself, I pretty much just stood there complete horror which started to grow to anger.
All of the sudden, the first tower began to collapse on itself. I remember watching it as if it were occurring in slow motion. Everyone around me was in complete disbelief as to what they were witnessing.
My memories of what happened between the time that the first Word Trade Center tower fell and the second are vague. Although, I do remember looking down at my feet and noticing that I were two different shoes to work; which was the first and only time that has ever happened. Hell, it ended up being a very brief hilarious moment during an otherwise dreadful morning.
After that, I don’t remember much else, because of the state of shock I was in. I can only remember everyone being told to leave work in an orderly and calm fashion and to go home.
I believe there was a moment when I was in tears I was driving home. Thoughts of people jumping out of windows, falling to their deaths was going through my mind.
“My God” I thought to myself.
Once I arrived safely at home, I remember calling my Mom & Dad. My Mom literally begged me to come to the house to spend the day. I also remember sitting on my parent’s deck thinking about my girlfriend (now wife), non stop, wondering what she was up to, hoping that she was safe. The skies were so very eerily quiet that day due to the FAA grounding all flights.
I can remember at some point finally getting through my girlfriend (now wife) via phone. I was relieved that she was safe; but that still didn’t make me feel completely better because I wanted to be with her.
It was a very dark and sad day for all Americans. A day I’ll never, ever forget. Thousands of my fellow Americans perished because of the selfish act of those who hate America and for what she stands for.
Sit back, and take a listen to this powerful song. Alan Jackson nailed it:
A day I’ll never, ever forget.