I was supposed to have my one-year
performance review that day. Never
happened.
I lived in NJ, just across the George
Washington Bridge. DH got stuck on
the GWB for hours; they were turning
all traffic around, not letting any new
vehicles into NYC.
Fortunately I only knew one person
who perished - one of the firemen.
I'll be honest, I'm surprised today has not been made a federal holiday.
I was told to clean my room out completely before leaving for vacation. The carpet is being ripped out and replaced while I'm gone.
I'm not even asking with what, I don't care as long as it isn't more carpet.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
I am just thankful my brother (Air Force fighter pilot) was working in NYC that day. He always carried his gear. The police and firemen know that AF shield on his car and let him get right to NJ. He was in the air in no time. Everytime he flew over me he'd call.
I was working in Alexandria, VA at the time. I looked out my window and could see the cloud of black smoke rising from the Pentagon. I left and drove home.
I don't know if it should be a holiday, but I can say I try not to go to work that day. And I also try to avoid television, radio, etc. I don't need replay, I won't forget. I remember every day.
There are certain images burned into my brain forever that I was watching live on television. The space shuttle Challenger and that second plane flying right into the second tower.
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LawyerLady
I can explain it to you, but I can't understand it for you.
This is a visual I will never forget. I watched in horror knowing what I saw but thinking that can't be.
I remember noticing a conference room at work that morning full of people not talking, must have been about 15 minutes after the first plane hit. People were gathered in there watching CNN and saw the one tower with smoke pouring out and a few minutes later the second plane hit. We all knew at that point this was deliberate and terrorism. I was working with the DoD at the time and on a military base. I quickly went to my cubicle and packed my laptop and other items assuming we would be ordered to leave and we wouldn't be back for an indeterminate amount of time. I was correct.
Many of my co workers were stranded where ever they had traveled to on business. 4 employees of my current employer were on on one of the planes. A HS friend's husband died in one of the towers, talked to her on the phone until he could no longer take the heat from the fire. My SIL was on a plane from Boston to California, it was a long 12 hours before we finally heard from her.
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Sometimes you're the windshield, and sometimes you're the bug.
