#1655 | Wednesday, September 4th 2002
I had just got back from my father-in law's house when my Dad called and told me to turn on the news. I just stared at the TV, thinking it was a joke. I never thought it could happen. Part of me will never believe, I guess. I just sat there and cried. I handled it the only way I knew how, and that was to write. I've been writing poetry since I was 9 (I'm 28 now) and I decided to start sending poetry to different websites for the families. To anyone that wants to check out the site I made, please e-mail me and I'll get it to you. It's almost finished.
Sherry Mann | 28 | Ohio

#1631 | Saturday, August 31st 2002
I woke up at around 8am PST as usual, ready to go to work, by this time in New York the towers have already fallen. On my way to work, I was driving listening to music (I usually listen to sports radio.which for the rest of the day was talking about this incident). On the freeway, I saw the reader board, near Sea-tac airport, it said "Airport closed." And I was like, why is the airport closed, so i turned on sportsradio, and started to hear words of hijackings and towers collapsing, and thats where I was, when I found out about the events, I was in a shock for the next month or two after that..

Thanks for listening to my words.

Otto Rogers | 28 | Washington

#1593 | Saturday, August 24th 2002
On September 11, 2001 I was at work. I work at a small market and on Tuesdays freight is delivered. As we put away the stock we always listen to the radio. We were putting away frozen goods when I noticed that I didn't hear the usual oldies music. I was the fist to pick up on this becasue my co-workers tend to block out the radio while working. I said, " What's with the talking? Where's the music? What are they talking about?" Someone immediately went to turn up the volume. It was then that we all heard what was happening. At that time the details were still very sketchy. The first plane had just hit, and noone was able to comprehend exactly what was happening. As we tried to continue working, our focus was mainly on the radio. Then we heard about the 2nd plane. Noone could believe it...we were in awe and grief stricken with the thought of all the casualties. "Those poor people", was muttered over and over by those around me. We stayed so attentive to the radio...informing others of what we heard as soon as there was new information. Unsure of what was to happen next, we felt so insecure just wondering what was happening to us Americans and our beloved USA. As soon as we could, we were all heading to the phone to call our friends and loved ones to find out if they had heard the news. Some couldn't handle the news. A lot of our "regular" shoppers came in just to "get away". Co-workers who weren't even scheduled to work came in. We're all so close ... I guess being together helped eveyone cope and try to understand.
As long as I live I shall never forget that horrible morning. My heart and prayers go out to all those who lost their lives or lost loved ones as a result of the destruction of the towers. God Bless us all.

Jennifer | 28 | New Hampshire

#1587 | Friday, August 23rd 2002
I woke up around 9 AM and was going to get breakfast when the phone rang. It was my mom, asking if I was watching TV. I said no, and as I was reaching for the On button. She said planes had hit the trade center and they were saying it was a terrorist attack.

"Oh God..." I said. I was otherwise speechless.

After I hung up, the phone rang again, this time it was one of my co-workers. We both were obviously shocked, saying it was like something out of a movie - just incredulous...nothing like this was supposed to happen in "real life". We had planned to meet and build my new computer. I mentioned it, he said he would still come over, to which I replied "I'm just going to sit on my couch now and shake." I was numb.

Andrew | 28 | New York

#1574 | Monday, August 19th 2002
It was weird to wake up to a story about NYC on my radio, especialy since I am in San Diego. I thought I was dreaming, especially when the announcer had to repeat what he was saying and commenting that he thought he'd read his notes wrong. I listened for a few minutes and turned the radio off. After about 15 minutes of silence, I got out of bed and went about my morning routine of getting ready for work and getting my daughter up for school. It wasn't until I was half way to work and turned on the radio, instead of the CD player, that I realized what had sent chills down my spine at 5:57 that morning was real. I can't even begin to describe the feelings that ran through me. I am a native New Yorker with family and friends all over the city, and most of whom work in Manhattan. I listened the rest of the way to work. As I walked in to the store where I work, my coworkers were rushing up to me with concern. Our store had piped CNN over the PA system and turned it on the TV's in our electronics department. After I clocked in, our management invited associates to come and watch the TVs. I had a hard time actually seeing what was happening. All I could do was cry. I had 3 cousins in the WTC and one living near the Pentagon that day. And I am glad to say what so few can... I still have those cousins as well as the rest of my friends and family with me today. But I agree with what so many of you have said, even 11 months later, the sound of an airplane forces me to look into the sky with fear. I admire the men and women, such as my brother, who get into those planes everyday, facing fear dead on. I am not afraid to fly, and I have continued to live my life, but that sense of security has gone. I now hold onto the hope that one day we will have it back. Maybe we will remember not to be so cocky about it, if it ever returns. Maybe then we can let go of he fear that has seeded itself inside each of us. Maybe then I will not cry everytime I hear "Proud to be an American" or "The Star Spangled Banner" or "Where were you?" Maybe then...
Caren | 28 | California

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