I’ll never get over watching the terror that others had terribly suffered; I was off that day from my job were I work as a maintenance facility employee at Costco Wholesale warehouse. My hours are odd and my days off at the time was scheduled to be Tuesday and Thursday while I also attend college part time for Computer Information Systems. I stay with my folks as my father was recovering a serious heart attack a year prior before the terrible incident. I had lived on Long Island, New York most of my life and still do. My home town is East Patchogue and It is about sixty miles east from Manhatten.
As I was waking up, I heard the phone ring and my father had answered it; the next thing I heard was “YOUR S#@%* ME”! I was a little curious but then thought nothing of it as maybe one of his friends had broke the news to him that maybe someone he knew as a kid had past away or something else in that nature. My mother had already left for work and I was supposed to get up soon and start remodeling the backroom ceiling in the house that day being I had the whole day free from work and college.
When I did finally get up out of bed a few minutes later, I noticed that the tv was a little louder than usual and my father was glued to the tv in a cold stare. I figured that I would go and investigate for myself what this is all about and when I got a glance at tv, all I seen was a portrait of the Twin Towers on a bright sunny morning, thinking what was the big deal until I seen this bright shiny object shooting right into the first tower causing a bright ball of fire and then you see a huge crater on the side of the massive building. At this point, I wasn’t sure what to make of this. I was saying to myself; how could a jet airliner have such a wicked flying pattern that it would be a threat to a New York skyscraper, and then after I had thought to myself the unfortunate possibility while I am still looking toward the tv screen, here comes this other bright shiny object striking the 2nd tower and then right there and on, I knew this was done intentionally by more than one individual. When I had also learned about the Pentagon and Pennslyvania, I knew our nation was under an attack by some form of terrorist organization.
I feel the pain and my heart goes out for those who where directly affected by this real life horror. Whenever I start to feel sorry for myself in any way, I will think about all those innicent love ones who had suffered fiercely and I will also think about the unselfish rescue workers who knew of the grave risk. I will also think of our young service men and women who will put their life on the line to safeguard our freedom. This is courage that I can only hope to have someday and I feel we owe them alot. It is right there and on that I realize of how selfish I really am.
Jack Zunino jr