9/11
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Was at work, heard a scream, looked out the window of the office and saw the first tower was hit.
What started out as a normal morning emailing a friend about the Mets game the night before.
Was in my boss’s office looking at the towers when the second plane hit. Before that we thought just a weird accident. After that we knew.
Contacted family and friends letting them know what was going on.
Emails and conversations with all kind of facts, rumors, and conspiracy theories swirling.
Saw both towers fall. We went the the train station and hopped on the first train out.
I Always remember how lucky I was. The previous Tuesday, September 4th I was in lower Manhattan right in that area. The following Tuesday, September 18th I was scheduled for an early morning flight to San Diego for a conference. One week either way my life would have been effected drastically. Something I will never forget.
Also the day before, Monday the 10th I was walking at lunch with a coworker. She stopped as she recognized the guy working on the escalator. He was a family friend of hers, she introduced me to him, his name was Chuck. On the 11th he happened to be In Manhattan. When the towers got hit he ran to help as he fixed escalators and elevators. He died in the towers trying to help.
What started out as a normal morning emailing a friend about the Mets game the night before.
Was in my boss’s office looking at the towers when the second plane hit. Before that we thought just a weird accident. After that we knew.
Contacted family and friends letting them know what was going on.
Emails and conversations with all kind of facts, rumors, and conspiracy theories swirling.
Saw both towers fall. We went the the train station and hopped on the first train out.
I Always remember how lucky I was. The previous Tuesday, September 4th I was in lower Manhattan right in that area. The following Tuesday, September 18th I was scheduled for an early morning flight to San Diego for a conference. One week either way my life would have been effected drastically. Something I will never forget.
Also the day before, Monday the 10th I was walking at lunch with a coworker. She stopped as she recognized the guy working on the escalator. He was a family friend of hers, she introduced me to him, his name was Chuck. On the 11th he happened to be In Manhattan. When the towers got hit he ran to help as he fixed escalators and elevators. He died in the towers trying to help.
I was living in that Apt. Bldg in Buccleuch Park.. upper floors.. across from the stadium. I got a call after the first hit. I was sitting down but I could see out my windows for miles and miles.
I say.. "that could not have been an accident". And, I was supposed to be there today.. used to take path in and meet a salesperson there for breakfast before going to meetings at various entities on Wall Street. But the meeting was rescheduled a couple days prior as,.. I think it was Worldcom.. was having issues.
I get up go out on the patio, look for the tiny tower in the distance and there it is. You can barely make out individual towers at this distance but they are there. And the empire state.. I was always amazed how far it was from the towers. Didn't seem "right".. seemed too far apart. But its like 4 miles or something..
Later came the second hit and another walk out to see with my own eyes. Then repeat with teh tower falling... "what happened" was asked on the phone.. "I think a tower fell".. you could see it was gone.. then the game was obscured with the huge cloud headed toward Staten Island. And the thought was.. as strange a thought it was.. that it was like in Star Wars when Obiwan senses the planet was destroyed.. the loss of life.. I'm shaking now remembering that. 22 years later the thought of that moment... and the next tower fall.. still reverberates.
Then you have everything else that day.. frozen to the TV. Later I hear from another former colleague he was supposed to be on Flight 93 but changed flights to later ones... which he never took.
Proud, are you capable of more than a one sentence reply with any thought or insight? I seriously doubt it. Yes, I get triggered when one of you MAGAs turns a thread pertaining to one of the worst tragedies in United States history into nothing more than political BS, bruh!
You’re def triggered a lot here and it’s soft.
I lived in Rahway and didn’t come across any pansies like you while there.
Grow a pair bruh
Your responses are those of someone who didn't make it through grammar school. Are you capable of a post with any words that have more than two syllables? I am proud of being soft when some idiot denigrates 9/11 with your MAGA nonsense! Clearly, you and your ilk show no respect for that tragic day.
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8th grade, Maywood, NJ. I went into band practice at 8am and by the time we adjourned for first bell the first plane had hit. Band conductor told us at the time it was a touring plane and an unfortunate accident.
First period goes as normal; between first and second period you get the whispers on a second plane, which get louder and louder into third period. Now kids are leaving class.
We're in the dark entirely because the teachers aren't telling the kids what's going on. There are alot of kids with parents in NYC -- genuine concern about how to manage those communications meant that no information was shared.
By 2pm I can see thick, dense smoke billowing from the manhattan skyline from the window of my social studies class. By this time I am one of 2 kids left in the class -- me and Tiavia King (BB Kings grand daughter! Kinda cool connection). Everyone else had been picked up and was home. I had no idea what was going on, but I knew it couldn't be good.
Bell rings for the close of school at 2:50pm and I set out to walk home to my house; a short 5 blocks. The roads were desolate; there was a ominous feeling in the air. The kind of feeling that gives you shivers up your spine and you don't know why. There was uneven wind and all the homes and trees looked like they were cast in shadows. Like Halloween but without the pageantry. I ran most of the way home.
I step into my house at 3:10 pm and my father, mother, and three brothers are huddled around the TV. In 60 seconds I saw a highlight video of ALL the events of the day. They were running them on repeat. It changed me, profoundly.
That night I went to bed, feeling as uneasy as I ever have up to that point or since. My father, looking for some comforting words and reeling himself, gave me a stern message, "Someone is getting bombed tonight for this; don't worry son"
Those words were remarkably comforting at that time.
First period goes as normal; between first and second period you get the whispers on a second plane, which get louder and louder into third period. Now kids are leaving class.
We're in the dark entirely because the teachers aren't telling the kids what's going on. There are alot of kids with parents in NYC -- genuine concern about how to manage those communications meant that no information was shared.
By 2pm I can see thick, dense smoke billowing from the manhattan skyline from the window of my social studies class. By this time I am one of 2 kids left in the class -- me and Tiavia King (BB Kings grand daughter! Kinda cool connection). Everyone else had been picked up and was home. I had no idea what was going on, but I knew it couldn't be good.
Bell rings for the close of school at 2:50pm and I set out to walk home to my house; a short 5 blocks. The roads were desolate; there was a ominous feeling in the air. The kind of feeling that gives you shivers up your spine and you don't know why. There was uneven wind and all the homes and trees looked like they were cast in shadows. Like Halloween but without the pageantry. I ran most of the way home.
I step into my house at 3:10 pm and my father, mother, and three brothers are huddled around the TV. In 60 seconds I saw a highlight video of ALL the events of the day. They were running them on repeat. It changed me, profoundly.
That night I went to bed, feeling as uneasy as I ever have up to that point or since. My father, looking for some comforting words and reeling himself, gave me a stern message, "Someone is getting bombed tonight for this; don't worry son"
Those words were remarkably comforting at that time.
I could do without seeing pictures and video of the moment of impact and the collapse all over social media and the news. seems unnecessary to ever show those moments again. There are more thoughtful moments to remember, reflect, honor.
I have a roll of unprocessed B&W tech pan film around somewhere from a day shooting architecture in the WTC area - late 80's or early 90's. I'm sure there is something on it still. One of these days I'll find it and develop it. I went to see the lights tribute for the first time late last night in Jersey City. Remarkable seeing hundreds of birds circle in the light as high as you could see. It's a beautiful connection from NYC to the heavens, and to all areas around NYC.
I have a roll of unprocessed B&W tech pan film around somewhere from a day shooting architecture in the WTC area - late 80's or early 90's. I'm sure there is something on it still. One of these days I'll find it and develop it. I went to see the lights tribute for the first time late last night in Jersey City. Remarkable seeing hundreds of birds circle in the light as high as you could see. It's a beautiful connection from NYC to the heavens, and to all areas around NYC.
Was in NYC on 9/11. Worked on Broad St. Blessed to have made it home to wife & kids.
Always hits a bit hard when passing the memorials at train stations (eg Westfield) and you see the names of the people from the town who went to work on a normal day and never made it home.
Cliches but never take any day for granted, always hug your spouse and kids.
Always hits a bit hard when passing the memorials at train stations (eg Westfield) and you see the names of the people from the town who went to work on a normal day and never made it home.
Cliches but never take any day for granted, always hug your spouse and kids.
9/11 is a day to remember the lives lost that terrible day, not argue politics
Please respect the victims of that cowardly attack and the first responders that lost their lives that day trying to save people trapped in the debris
and are dying from the effects to this day.
Please show respect
Please respect the victims of that cowardly attack and the first responders that lost their lives that day trying to save people trapped in the debris
and are dying from the effects to this day.
Please show respect