It was just like every morning, I was out cold sleeping in my room. Dreaming about living back in New Jersey. At the time we were living in Alabama, my parents were jobless and we had no place to go. My Mom would regularlly come in my room in the morning to wake me up. Though on this day, it was not a regular morning.
The phone rang and it was my sister, she was in NYC and was crying. She was in the city for a college convention to represent her school at the Marriot right in the middle of the WTC. Though the meeting was not till 2 pm and she decided to sleep in at her friends apartment. The call was to tell my Mom the WTC was being attacked. As soon as she said that, the second plane hit the building. My Mom calmed her and told her it’s ok and we loved her.
“Dara, get up! The World Trade Center was hit by a plane,” said my Mom as she burst into my room. Being half a wake and asleep, I told her to go away! To this day, I feel so bad for saying that. I got up out of bed and went into the living room. Both of my parents on the coach with their eyes glued to the tv. The picture shocked me so much, I did not know to either laugh or to cry from the shock.
All I could say was if they called my sister. I went straight to the computer and went on-line. All I wanted to do was talk to friends in NJ, Maryland, NY and Washington D.C. to see if everyone was ok. Luckly, I did not lose someone I know to this tragedy. Though I felt bad for those who did.
9/11 will be a day I will never forget. A great thing was a couple days later was “trail of Tears” motorcycle trip. We were driving through town in Alabama and all these motorcycles with flags on them was a sight to see! It should America will be ok, but will never forget that Tuesday morning!!!