My account of September 11,
2001
It was a Tuesday like every other Tuesday. I awoke and got ready for college, which
began at 11:00AM. The only news I would
have heard was from when my alarm clock woke me, but I heard nothing. Around 5 minutes till 10:00AM I received a
call from my father telling me two planes had ran into the World Trade Towers
and a plane hit the Pentagon. At first
I told him “No way,” he told me maybe I should turn on the TV and check to see
if my boyfriend was ok.
At first it was just too odd for me to
really comprehend what was going on and I knew I had to leave for school. I called my boyfriend’s work number and
there was his voice mail, my message was basically please call me to let me
know you are ok. I began on my 45-minute
drive to college during this time I was trying to convince myself that my
boyfriend was ok that he wasn’t in the Pentagon at the time of the crash. My mind was racing of what to do. Part of me wanted to drive pass my college
and just head for his house to be there when he got home. The reasonable side of my mind said that
roads might be closed and I would just end up stuck in traffic and lost. Thank God for our reasonable side.
By the time I reached my classroom I
could not contain my worries and broke down into tears thinking he could have
been killed or injured. I became
frantic and was calmed by my professor as a fellow classmate just realized that
Pentagon was hit where he father and boyfriend was working at the time.
They closed my college so I didn’t have
to attend any classes that day and I continued trying to get a hold of my
boyfriend or his mother. The phone
lines were tied up and I couldn’t get through to either of them. Arriving home I found my father there and
told me there was a message for me.
It’s weird thinking back after the fact… hearing all those other
messages left on machines all around the US and just to think mine was one of
the lucky ones.
He told me he was ok.
I was so relieved to hear the news but
still very emotional I waited to actually talk to him. To personally know he was ok. To hear his voice saying to me everything
was ok. Instead I waited and watched
the horror on the TV. There was a knock
at my door and it was my neighbor stopping by to make sure I was ok, knowing my
boyfriend works at the Pentagon. I let
her know he had left me a message.
Around 6 or so (time blurred after
getting home) I got a call from him. Oh
I was so happy to hear his voice and wish I could have been down there to hold
him.
It wasn’t till Thursday of that week
till I could go see him. I didn’t tell
him I was coming down and surprised him with my visit. It was nice to be in his arms again. To know he was safe. I felt it even brought us closer knowing how
you might not be able even say hello to someone you love. I truly feel for all those that have lost
someone on September 11th and I know our country will never be the
same.
Please don’t forget to cherish those that are close to you or
even strangers you encounter daily.
We are all here for a short time and in our hearts we are all
Americans.
GOD BLESS US ALL
My classmate’s father and boyfriend make it out ok and another
classmate’s boyfriend was injured and lost several co-workers.