#1290 | Friday, May 17th 2002
I was watching the morning news shows during "Buffy" commercials. At first I thought the AON building in Chicago was on fire. Then I realized it was in NYC and yelled for the husband. Thinking it was a fluke, we continued to get ready for work. I'll never forget hearing Charlie Gibson yell "OH MY GOD" when the second plane hit. We went off to work in a daze. Since my husband works in a landmark building, they closed it and he picked me up so we can spend the rest of the day in front of the tv. As in shock as we were, we knew that we'd have to go on with life. So we did laundry...as normal a thing as we thought we could do. Eight months later I can still remember almost every moment of the day.
Roni | 27 | Illinois

#1277 | Tuesday, May 14th 2002
I vividly remember that day. I had just gotten back from my vacation to Florida and was sleeping in since I was only in my second day of work and had to be there at 2. I had just cancelled my cable subscription and the phone kept ringing...so I answered it after the third call... My mother was telling me that a plane hit the WTC in New York. I was like what? What are you talking about? I remember throwing on my clothes and racing to the nearest TV to see the second plane hit. It was surreal. I worked in the media at the time and I went into work early and manned one of our radio stations to update info...but wished I could be with family and friends glued to the TV. I also remember frantically calling my friend Chris who was on a project in NY and hoping he was ok. I also thought about when I was a travel agent for a financial company and how many conversations I had about meetings at the WTC....and praying that none of them were in there. I just hope that no matter how much time passes that those that didn't lose loved ones in that horrific event remember how valuable their loved ones are and that they make sure to take a few extra seconds to tell someone that they love them. I recently saw a documentary on HBO entitled "Telling Nicholas" and it brought it all back. I couldn't sleep after I saw it. Please especially keep the children that lost their parents in that horrible terrorist attack in your hearts and minds.
Kathey | 27 | Illinois

#1262 | Thursday, May 9th 2002
My family and I had just returned from
a weekend break in Edinburgh,Karen,my
partner was running a bath for our six
month old daughter Caitlan,the t.v was on when a picture appeared of the WTC on fire.I said to Karen "how can they put that out?"I thought a fire had simply broken out,I mean these things can happen.The realisation of what had happened became clear within a matter of minutes,it was the most shocking thing I had ever seen.For me personally,the images that will stay with me for as long as I live are of those poor people jumping from the buildings,making the decision to jump rather than burn or choke to death.I can only hope they or any of the victims did not suffer before they died.I work in a newspaper archive and occasionally read papers from sept 12th
they make uneasy and shocking reading even to this day and I reckon always will.I would like to say that my thoughts are with the victims themselves,their families and with the F.D.N.Y,you did a great job.Thanks.

Ewen McCleary | 27 | United Kingdom

#1229 | Tuesday, April 30th 2002
The only reason I was even awake was because I had a job interview at 10 that morning.
I was watching the Today show and one of the hosts was talking to a woman on a cell phone as she saw the second plane hit the tower.

I still had to go to the interview though. It was interesting. Everyone in the building was in one of the conference rooms watching the news. I did two brief interviews and was essentially given the job on the spot. No one wanted to play the normal interview games. We weren't in the mood. I was asked about my qualifications, based on my resume. Then asked if I wanted the job.

All very sureal

Aaron | 27 | Pennsylvania

#1101 | Sunday, March 24th 2002
I awoke to a far to frequent vibrating of my two-way pager. God, it was early and there were people trying to get in touch with me. There were messages to read and listen to. There were calls to return. What was going on? I sat up in my hotel room bed and turned on the TV. The second plane had hit the World Trade Center. What?!
I took my shower and put on my slip, still grogy. I sat on my bed, wondering about my pending flight. I got dressed in my airline uniform and went down to the front desk.
"You're not going anywhere. Go back to your room," said the front desk clerk. I obeyed.I was morbidly dazed, barely breathing with shoulders slummped. By then both buildings had collapsed. I let my United dress fall to the floor and I laid back in my bed, under the shield of covers. I looked outside to see the American flag being lowered. The TV was on, my pager was going off and the phone was ringing yet there was a deafening silence. I had never seen the flag actually being lowered. And it pained me as it decended. After I felt I could return calls without a crack in my voice, I reassured my mom, my dad, my friends that; "No I am not at home. I am on a layover on the West Coast. I'm safe." After that sentence, we cried.
The next time I would pin my wings to my uniform, there would be a black ribbon underneath.

E. Brown | 27 | Colorado

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