Later another co-worker had to be carried out of the office because she was crying hysterically. We later learned her brother worked at the WTT. I never found out if he made it out alive. Finally I walked over to where everyone had gathered to see what exactly was going on. Shock doesn’t begin to describe how we all felt. There was something surreal about the whole event. We felt we had all been gut-punched. We couldn’t breathe. We felt sick. I can’t find the words, even this writer couldn’t find the words.
It didn’t come together in my mind until I was behind the wheel. I just wanted to get away from there. I remember sitting in my car for fifteen minutes, paralyzed with my hand on the key, thinking, is this it? Is this how I’m going to go out?
I finally turned the key. Had to avoid the crowd standing there but I finally got out. Drove straight home. I called my mother to see if she was all right and let her know I was. I didn’t leave the house for the rest of the day.
When I returned to work I had carried a radio with me. No one seemed to have a problem when I turned it to the news and talk radio and we all listened to what was happening in NYC.
I knew we would never forget this. I knew then things would never be the same. What I try to do though is focus on the fact that the majority of American’s rallied together in that time of great crisis. That we were united in our shock and horror and how so many people risked everything to lend a hand. How other countries also showed they were with us and shared in our tragedy. We took care of the man responsible. Again, I won't comment except to say now, may their souls rest in peace.
So take a moment to reflect. It doesn’t have to be too long, just a nod. Look at an article or post on a blog. Comment on Facebook or ask someone, “Do you remember where you were?”