dottie got me thinking about where i was on 9/11 five years ago.
running late for work, heard the breaking news announcement in the car.
i didn’t even really know what the World Trade Center was,
and i couldn’t figure out what they meant at first…a plane flew into a building?
what were those people thinking?
the guys had a tv set up in the back when i got there
we watched in horror as a second plane appeared in the picture…
people jumping…they looked so small, but so significant.
the news anchors were in tears.
no one knew anything yet.
we heard briefly about the pentagon and the crash in pennsylvania…
by then we knew it was terroists.
it was too hard to stand and watch the tv for more than a few seconds at a time.
they showed the same pictures over and over again.
and then the first collapse…
i don’t think we got any work done that day.
i still had to answer phones–were they slower that day? can’t remember.
my boss cried. all the guys were quiet.
nobody knew what to do. should we just go home?
i don’t think any of us understood what had actually happened.
it was a strange, silent day.
that day all americans were equal, we were all the same…
we were all stunned.
PennyDaisy 
thank you for posting this. I was thinking today that just as our parents know and remember where they were when they heard that JFK had been killed, so will we forever remember where we were when we first learned of the events of 9/11. I spent a good part of the day remembering, actually, and then finished off the day with a speeding ticket. yeah for me. : )
I talked to my class today about the whole generations thing, with JFK in my mom’s generation and 9/11 in mine, and then we ended up reading an old story about a woman would forever remember Abraham Lincoln’s death. It was uncanny. I told my kids that we don’t know what the future will be like, and I certainly hope that nothing bad like that happens again… but I tried to get them to understand that we all have bad in us that we could do to anyone each day… I pray that God touched their hearts.
That was a strange day! I don’t remember anything from that day after everything had already happened.
I stayed in. Played information coordinator. Being a human computer can be fun.