#878 | Sunday, March 10th 2002
I live in Northern California. I had just woken up and was getting ready for work when a friend called and told me to turn on CNN. At that point, it was not clear that America was under attack. It seemed that a horrible accident had occurred. Once the second plane hit, it became evident that this was not an accident, but a horrible, evil attack. My carpool and I rode to work listening to the radio as the day’s events unfolded. I remember how silent our normally talkative group was. I think we were all in shock. My thoughts were occupied thinking of all of the family and friends that I had in both New York and DC, one of whom was in WTC building two. It was several hours later that I was finally able to get the assurance that fortunately everyone that I knew was safe. For the weeks that followed this event, I remember watching the news almost non-stop. Regular activities either ceased or were done “blindly” while my thoughts were else where. Questions were running through my mind. Who did this? Why did this happen? Will they find survivors? As some of these questions were answered over the following weeks, my sadness and anger deepened. This was the first time anything of this horrific magnitude has happened in during my lifetime. It will forever change me and my outlook on life. My thoughts and prayers continue to go out to everyone affected by this horrible event.
Ann Pavey | 27 | California

#876 | Sunday, March 10th 2002
As a 911 Dispatcher, I was reporting to work at 6am on the morning of September 11th. We watched in silent disbelief as events unfolded and set about to work until 0630 hrs that night, still having to process and deal with calls for service that could not begin to compare with the tragedy our fellow emergency service workers and dispatchers on the East Coast were facing. Our hearts broke not only in the knowledge that innocent civilian life was lost; but that emergency services personnel had perished also. Lastly, our center, as all dispatch centers across the nation, could relate to the helplessness those 911 Dispatchers in New York felt as they were the last contact for so many of those people. We must never forget.
Ethel Havens | 45 | California

#875 | Sunday, March 10th 2002
I was at home that morning in Alameda, California. I got up and did my normal morning routine. This did not include TV or radio. About mid-morning another accountant I know called. As I went to the phone the answering machine picked it up. I recognized his voice shouting profanities. When I picked up the phone and identified myself the hollering continued. I thought, "What did I do?" Then he told a story that was hard to believe about several big, important buildings hit, burning and collapsing. It was just too hard to beleive from the scope of it. Then I turned on the TV and it was true.

My main reaction was just how hard it was to beleive.

James A. Hudkins | 48 | California

#872 | Sunday, March 10th 2002
I live in Norhern California. I was watching the New York channel waiting for Regis and Kelly to come on. The local news from NY was covering the mayorial election that was to be held that day (I think). I was preparing for work, making my lunch. I heard the newsman say "oh my God!" and looke up to see an airplane hitting the first tower. I watched in shocked. I knew it was not an accident even though the newspersons were trying very hard to convince the viewers it was. My brother called from San Antonio, Texas and we were watching and talking when the second plane hit. I was in complete shock. My brother was screaming thru the phone "What was that?" I told him it was another plane. I was very upset but I had to go to work. I knew my boss wouldn't let me stay home because of things happening in NY. I went on to work but neither myself or my co-workers accomplished much that day. I just wanted to go home. We had the radio on so we were able to hear what was going on all day. I was scared but then I got mad. I didn't know who to be mad at but I was mad just the same. I think this has awakened a new sense of patriotism in me. I have a flag on my car, my desk, my house, and my envelopes all carry a flag. I cry when I hear the national anthem. I am very proud to be an American. I thank God everyday for just giving me another day.
Gaylene Henderson | 32 | California

#866 | Sunday, March 10th 2002
I was at school. My friend told me. I thought she was joking, but several seconds later our principal told us to go home. My dad came to pick me up, as well as some of my friends because they didn't have anywhere to go. We spent the day watching the news at my house in disbelief.
L. | 15 | California

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