by Paula Neal MooneyFairfield, California.
I turn on the TV.
Is that the Sears Tower with smoke billowing out of it?
No, those are the twin towers.
My Rottie pukes on the carpet, delaying my husband from driving down to his job in San Rafael, five miles north of the Golden Gate Bridge.
Katie Couric talked to NBC's Pentagon correspondent, Jim Miklaszewski, as he heard a rumbling.
"I don't want to alarm anybody right now, but apparently it felt just a few moments ago like there was an explosion here at the Pentagon," he said.
"We're going to war. A plane hit the Pentagon. Don't go to work," I urged my husband. "They might hit the Golden Gate Bridge."He stood in our great room, cleaning the light beige carpet, trying to take in what was happening.
We learned of United 93 going down in a field near Shanksville, Pennsylvania.
"Don't go to work," I pleaded. "There might be a fifth plane."
He stayed home.
I watched the reports all day, stupefied, woke up in the middle of the night and watched the news and nursed my baby and held him close.
Where were you on Tuesday, September 11, 2001?
Comments
I'm glad you put your picture up. I like it; it gives me a touchstone.
I can't imagine what it took to get back to Tallahassee during those strange days.
Maurizio -
I'm sorry your job interview didn't go well.
Thank you for commenting, though.
It's good to learn the perspective of the 9/11 attack from international readers...
I Remember being at home that morning and just finished making a pot of coffee when my brother
Charles called and ask if I had the TV on, He said turn it on because a plane just crashed
into a tower at World Trade Center in New York.
So I turn on CNN and at that time most everyone suspected this to be a horrible accident. While in the midst of trying to gather some details from the News, here comes this second plane right there before my own eyes watching the News the second plane crashes into the second tower.
Immediately I think we all begin to understand we were being attacked on our home front in the earth. United States of America - Home of the Brave. Blessed be the Name of the Lord.
For this was just the start of the horrible things that followed with the pancake collaspe of the structures, another plane crashing into the Pentagon and great heroes aboard Flight 93 that illustrated the meaning of bravery with 343 Fire Fighters and Everyone that gave there life in this Never to Be Forgotten Incident of terror in the midst of mankind. Let God's Love Prevail in our heart. Mark 12:28-34, John 17:17-21 Psalm 9:11
May the humble be blessed always!
May God bless the many souls who lost their lives, on September 11, 2001, at the World Trade Center, the Pentagon, and on airline flights 11, 175, 77, & 93. We love You all! September 11 News-Source from May God bless!
We watched my Father sit also in silence, as he watched the place where he used to go to work everyday crumble to the ground. I remember like it was just yesterday.
I'm so sorry to hear about your loss of your baby boy soon after the tragedy. Your own personal tragedy...
May God help you and continue to help you thru the grief.
Vincent is a nice name -- especially now that you say it was based on St. Vincent hospital.
I always hold on to the hope of that photo of the cross that stood among the ruins on September 11th.
It's like the Lord saying He's still holding our hands when there is destruction all around us.
Jim -
Thank you, as always, for the wisdom in Word of God.
And I appreciate your other email,too, and for always keeping in touch.
Lisa
Wow...I can't imagine your dad watching a building he worked in like that.
After the events, I watched the HBO (I think) special of the firefighters and priest who were in the twin towers -- and all of them who went up in that building to save lives without a selfish regard for their own.
May they all rest in peace with Jesus now...
We were on the first flight out of Vegas to Seattle.
I was in the livingroom of my home in Richmond Kentucky with my children. My oldest three had just gone of to school, my youngest were home, as I home school them. I was watching the morning news, as I always do. It had until that day been a bit of back ground noise to my day. I recall ABC going to a live reporter who was saying that a plane might have hit the building, and a small time later before my eyes, the second plane ran through the second tower like it was a hot knife through butter. I recall screaming, and I recall being so scared. I was alone, my husband away to work, my older children miles away in school. And just a few short miles away, the Blue Grass Army Depot - home to multitudes of various death chemicals. The local news reported early on that a plane was heading in our direction, and I knew from my training at school that I had such a few short moments to make my home protected before the chemicals would make it to us :-(
That day was full of hate, pain, and misery from end to end. But... also memories, from Enya playing on the radio , to people crying and hugging each other in gas lines. To neighbors forgetting old wars, and turning into the people they always were inside, full of love and caring.
I hope we never forget that day, and I thank God he was with us then as He is now.
I will never forget , NEVER.
God Bless You and all your readers.
By the time I got parked and made it up the the 11th floor, the second one had just hit. A bunch of us went up stairs to the confrence room to look at it on television. I couldn't believe the stupid news people were still questioning if it was intentional or not.
After a couple of minutes I went back down to my desk and commenced to spending the whole day on message boards talking about it.