I was on my way to work the morning of 9-11. I left the house at about maybe 740am central time. I had to catch the bus which is a good 15-20 minute walk from me. I always had my walkman with me to make the walk go quicker. It was old, the tape player didn’t work so I had to listen to the radio, and the headphones only worked on one side. I had just gotten to the bus stop and sat down when I heard about a plane crash and they said they would be back with more information. They came back and was explaining what just happened when I heard the dj say “oh my God there’s another plane…it just hit the 2nd tower” I got onto the bus and remembered looking at everyone and thinking…do they know? are they aware? should I say something? will they believe me? Does this mean WW3? At work we had customers coming in crying… the mall walkers were talking about what happened. The malls all closed but we stayed to work anyways. I was given the choice to go home but I did not even feel safe going out and taking another bus. I wanted to hear my fathers voice…so I called him to see if he knew. I came home to see it all on tv…it was something you only see in the movies…it seemed so unreal yet it was…and i found out how i was connected to so many fortunate people I cried, quite a lot. I prayed…I cried and prayed. I had dreams it was the end of the world.
The following days..we changed our daily events in the store to making flags…the kids carried them proudly around the store…one child was mesmorized by one of the small flags hanging in the store. he screamed when his mom took him away…it was amazing
To all those who perrished…you will never be forgotten..to the families of the victims..our prayers and thoughts.
To all of the fire fighters, policemen, emergency workers, construction workers, and all those who voluntered their time and effort, and those who donated, thank you
To everyone in America, and the rest of the world..God Bless