#1913 | Tuesday, September 10th, 2002
I was with a very dear friend who had proposed to his girlfriend at the Windows on the World restaurant at the top of the World Trade Centre.
It was a moment that changed the world and as we watched it unfold on television it was beyond belief.

My thoughts go out to all those that suffered on that day particularly those who so bravely went to help others. Let us all hope nothing like this ever happens again.

M.P.R. Munt | 23 | United Kingdom

#1914 | Tuesday, September 10th, 2002
I was at work, walking by a co-workers office and saw that he was watching a small hand held tv. We were able to get the local news station on the tv in our main conference room. To say that we were shocked, confused and horrified would be an understatement. Never in my wildest imagination would I ever consider anything like this happening. Two of the flights originated here in Boston, I work in the area of our Federal Courthouse, and Armed Forces building and was evacuated along with most of the city. The look of horror and sadness on each and every face I saw that day and the many days to come is something I will never forget. My heart goes out to each and every person directly and indirectly touched by this new kind of evil in our world. Hug you children, share your love, be happy, be safe. As we approach the one-year anniversary on this National Tragedy, please say a prayer for the souls of all those lost that day. I know I will.
Jill | 30 | Massachusetts

#1915 | Tuesday, September 10th, 2002
The morning of 9/11 started much like every other weekday for me and my Ohio family. I woke to the alarm-clock and saw my 8 year-old daughter off to school. As the bus drove away, I waved good-bye to my daughter… I smiled in ignorant bliss, having no idea that within a few short hours my life would be forever changed.

I closed the door and thought, I will grab another hour or two of sleep, as I work second shift. I climbed back in bed, and snuggled with my wife, Angela who had the day off from Wal-Mart. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

I don’t know how long I slept, but we abruptly awaken by the sound of someone pounding on our door. I stumbled to the door and found, my mother there. I saw the look on her face, and was just about ready to ask what was wrong, when she said, They’ve attacked the Pentagon and the World Trade Center in New York. Your father says, “It’s war.””

I turned on the television and sat in stark horror, Angela took the phone and went into the other room to call her parents in Kentucky. The TV showed the Twin Towers with black smoke billowing from them. As the live scenes were unfolding, the network news showed video of the second plane blasting into the second building. I couldn’t even speak, I could hardly breath. When the first tower fell, I slid off my chair onto my knees, my hands over my mouth. “Oh Lord, Oh Lord,” I repeated over and over.

I watched about another hour or so of the coverage, I saw scenes of the damage to the pentagon, the collapse of the second tower, and heard that Flight 93 had crashed in Pennsylvania.

I left the house to help my father who was removing an old second story apartment from his manufacturing business. With the radio still giving updates, I walked off of a scaffold and fell 8 feet to the ground below. I landed on my feet, still moving and my brother stopped my forward momentum, which would have sent me through a large store-front window. I decided that it was time to take myself and my newly broken, little toe home to take a shower.

I took my shower, taped my toe to the next digit. Hugged and kissed my wife about ten times and headed off to work. It seemed that almost everyone wanted to talk about the attacks, but I just wanted to be alone. Like I said, my life had been forever changed. That night and the next day I found it hard to send my daughter, Jenna off to school that day. Nothing would be the same again.

The other night we had a 9/11 Memorial at our church. I thought the hardest part of the service for me was going to be watching the computer slide-show of 9/11, but it wasn’t. The hardest part of that service is when our pastor asked us to pray also for our enemies, including those who planned and carried out these horrid attacks.

Part of me wants to believe that this is only a nightmare, but if it is, I can’t wake up from it. What the attacks have done to me, on a personal level, is make me aware of how I interact with my family and friends. I don’t hold back my feelings, I express how much I love them and how important they are to me. BILL K.
Bill Keley | 37 | Ohio

#1916 | Tuesday, September 10th, 2002
I was a stay at home mom during this time. The children had slept in that day. Although I was awoken by my best friend, who called just to see what I was doing later on that evening. I was still half asleep when I turned on the television and saw the first tower on fire. I quickly interrupted her in the middle of saying something. To tell her the WTC was on fire. She said she just heard that a plane had hit the tower. I was like that is crazy, how could someone not know they were there? I mean everyone could see those. We talked for just a min. or two about the matter. Then I told her I was going to sit down and watch the news, and would call her when I woke up a little more. Just then I hung up the phone and sat down on the couch and >BAM
Dana | 25 | Ohio

#1917 | Tuesday, September 10th, 2002
This is Irene & John Johnstone of Woolsington, England.

We had left England for Boston, Mass, connecting with flight KLM/NorthWest Airlines 6037 departing at 14:15 from Amsterdam.
We had settled into a very comfortable flight and the aroma of lunch being served further up the aircraft. When all of a sudden the stewardesses and cabin staff made a disappearing act and the BBC News which was on the overhead at the time was switched off. There was a complete quietness throughout the plane and one gentlemean sitting next to me became very tense and started to wring his hands in anguish, he was very frightened.
Although we all knew something was amiss it was some time before an announcement was made confirming a mechanical fault and the need to return to Amsterdam.
The crew were excellent in their reassurance that it was not a serious problem and advised that we would see fuel being dumped from the wing tips.
We could see on the display our track back over Ireland. England and then to Holland.
On landing we were advised about the horror which had occurred.
This will always remain in our memories until the day my husband and I die. It was awful but I shall always remembber the bravery of the NorthWest Airlines crew on that flight and there calm reassurance.

God Bless to all those who have suffered in this terrible tradgedy and one day we shall visit America again.
Irene Johnstone | 56 | United Kingdom

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