Let me start my story by stating I am a very punctual person and have only been late for work once.
I was working as a mechanic at the time on and leading up to 9/11. I awoke that morning to a flashing alarm clock. I was late for work. I usually turn on the radio on for the drive to work, this morning I didn’t. I called on my way to work and informed the office manager I was running late. With a chill in her voice she said “don’t rush, we are watching the tv. A small Cessna just hit the World Trade Centers”. Well by the time I arrived I walked in to see live coverage as the second plane hit. What is going on, I cried out. Terrified, outraged, horrified for those that are in the wake of this attack. As I walked outside the manager ran outside saying “another plane just hit the Pentagon”. How can this happen? That was the only thought in my head at that moment. By the time I heard about flight 93 in Pennslyvania I was almost numb. With the occasional outburst of fear and sadness I kept to myself. I had lost my mother a year before to an unexpected lung disease. All I was thinking is how hard this was on me at 25, imagine the ones that just lost their families to this tragedy. As the day wound down and we went home, I was engulfed with anger. Anger to those that could bring such a heinous attack on innocent people. This was the day that my heart honestly bled for my nation and those lost or affected by the attacks.