#749 | Sunday, February 10th, 2002
it was my day off work and i was sleeping in.i got up to go to the bathroom and was headed straight back to bed,when i heard my boyfriend call to me from downstairs-he yelled come down here and i yelled i am not done sleeping and he said yes you are come down here and look at the tv-i remember being angry this was my only day off and i love to sleep in. so i went downstairs to tell him off and he said look and pointed at the tv. i saw the second plane hit the tower as he is telling me one already hit the first tower. my first thought was "oh my god"
then shock i was rooted to the spot i was standing in and could not move.
then they was saying that all planes were ordered to land,then they came back and said two planes were in the air and refused to land,then the pentagon was hit and the other plane was over cleveland,ohio and i live 30 minutes from there in akron,ohio.
they were saying that the people in the control towers in cleveland could hear screaming coming from flight 93 and they were turning around and heading for washington. i cried thinking about those poor people and what they must be going through. i was terrified thinking how many planes do they have and what else are they going to hit.i watched with helplessness for hours. they just kept showing the same thing on every channel,those first two planes going into the towers over and over and over again and no matter how many times i saw it i was shocked every single time.
i was thinking who would do this to our country,who could hate us that much.
i always felt safe in america,where i was born and raised.i never even thought about this happening to our country.i am so proud of those people on flight 93 for fighting the hijackers,
even though they knew from all the cell calls they made,that they were going to die they fought anyway. (the true spirit of americans) they saved more destruction from happening and they will always be heros to me,they did not die in vain.the scene in new york was terrible it really did look like a movie,kinda unreal,but then you see the faces,thousands and thousands of faces
running for their lives,and you know it's real. that was the day a billion tears fell all across america and four months later there are still tears.
i don't know if they will ever stop for the people that lost loved ones and my heart bleeds for them and to think i was angry just because i couldn't sleep in longer,i fell ashamed of myself.
america will never be the same but when the firefighters raised the flag that was in the rubble i thought about our national anthem and the words (our flag was still there)and i was proud to be an american.
carol greathouse | 33 | Ohio

#750 | Sunday, February 10th, 2002
well i was 16 when it happened but i can remember it like it was yesterday
september 11th was a nice shiny morning in israel i went to school and we talked about how the wepon companies are controaling the world in economy lesson when i came back from school i was home alone and in few houres i had to go to collect groceres for the poor for roash hashana and go to my cosen's weding in the eavning i started makeing some phones to see how can come with me to collect the grocerees in the super market and i scatualed with someone there leater i called my frined and i started talking with her it was 15:48 or so and she ask me if i know what happened in new york i opened the tv and shooked and to minuts leater the second plaen hit the wtc 10 minuts leater i had to go and when i got to the super i heard the towers collepsed and about the other planes i found out with my cell phone and we also heared from another cosen that was in new york that she is fine when i came home i didnt want to go to the weding but my mom convinsed me so i went but i was very sad.
Ram Sitton | 17 | Israel

#751 | Sunday, February 10th, 2002
I was sitting in my classroom, like I always did at that time of day. I was 16 and naive to the thought of destruction coming so close to home. We sat there in silence since moments before an armed gunman was coming up to our school and we were in lock down until the police apprehended him. I sat in a chair that was nothing more than a piece of plastic and some parts of metal. I sat in a hall way high on the top floor of the building, floor length windows surrounding me. I sat there with a sketch book in my hand, drawing the intricate details of the Victorian building. I sat there in peaceful silence, not knowing that a plane had smashed into the side of the world trade building. I sat there until I heard a scream in the classroom, filled with 7 high school students.

I stopped and waited to hear why there was a scream, but all I heard was “turn on the radio”. It was then that I knew that something had happened. I ran from my simple plastic chair into the small classroom, and just as I entered I heard a newscaster come on the radio saying there’s dust everywhere, I can’t see. I stopped and looked around at the blank faces of my friends, and asked what had happened. They replied in sullen voices that a plane had crashed into the WTB and that there were people still inside and another one just hit into the second building.

I directed my ears to the radio, and heard the most horrible thing I could ever imagine. The woman on the radio was still saying there was dust everywhere and people running everywhere, and then she stopped speaking, gasps were coming out of her mouth as screaming erupted around her. She yelled run run the building is coming down! The screaming and yelling was horrific as I heard the crashing of the building falling. You could hear as it hit the ground, you could hear the people running to save their lives. And then it just stopped...there was no more sound. There was nothing at all. Trembles flew through my body as I looked around at the searching faces, yet none of us could comprehend what had happened.

I got up slowly, grabbed my book bag and walked out of the room, tears streaming down my face. I walked across the school campus, and the air was still like the radio. I felt bare and exposed so I ran to the other building. I entered my homeroom for lunch and there was laughing. I stopped short and looked around in horror as I saw happy faces. My friend said Hey Julia how are you? beautiful day isn’t it. My face was of pure disgust as I stared at her joyous face. I asked her why she was happy? she answered why wouldn’t I be? I said how about the two buildings with thousands of people in it that was hit by planes? She had not heard, no one had in my homeroom. I was the barer of bad news. However my entire school seemed distant to the fact that people had died, they were unemotional. The only people that had the right emotions were the ones in that class with me. They had heard the terror.

I emailed my boyfriend, I needed to have the comfort of letting someone know I was all right. He lived half a world away, yet I knew he would be worried about me. I needed to tell someone how I felt without hearing happiness. My school did not handle the situation well, and I had no time to grieve. Our classes were not canceled, there was no break to the constant pressure. And I was left alone to deal with it my own way. I went home that day shaken beyond belief, and forced myself to work. It took 2 weeks to even work the way I use to.

The next day, after the tragedy, I went up to that very classroom that I had heard the immense destruction and I stopped before I entered that room. I stopped by the chair that had held my body before I ran from it to hear the news. It had not been moved from it’s spot and the sketch book was left on the ground where I had dropped it. The picture was not finished and I picked it up delicately to look at it. I cried then, knowing that between drawing that line that I looked at, and hearing “turn on the radio” my life had been changed. I marked the date on the picture and stared out the windows. I sat back down in the chair, leaving it in the same position and cried over and over again.

I lost a friend in that building, and still I have never grieved.
Julia | 16 | Maine

#752 | Sunday, February 10th, 2002
I sang in the shower that morning. I danced around while getting dressed. I went to work. And then, the world fell apart. I was at the preschool where I work/volunteer when I first heard that something was wrong. One of the parents dropping his child off told us that a plane had hit the World Trade Center. My first reaction was... well, I didn't really know that anything was wrong. I just thought it was an accident. Then the woman who runs the preschool got a call from her son saying a second plane had crashed and that everyone suspected it was a terrorist attack. I still wasn't too alarmed. In my mind, I was picturing a small, one man plane like the kamikaze pilots used in WWII. Then I heard about the Pentagon being attacked and about the 4th plane crash. I was a little scared, but still had no idea of the magnitude of what had happened. After lunch, when we got all the children down for their naps, we finally turned the TV on. The first image I saw was the footage of the plane crashing into one of the towers. I had to get up and go to the bathroom because I thought I was going to be sick. The rest of the day was spent in absolute shock. After I got off of work, I went home. And cried. It was like being in the middle of a bad movie plot. I was sick to my stomach and my head hurt. I just... I just didn't know what to think. I'd never really prayed before. I prayed all day.

Caroline | 25 | Tennessee

#753 | Monday, February 11th, 2002
I was on my way to work. Driving on Rt. 3 west in Secaucus NJ. It was my daughters first day at work, so we were speaking of what would be expected of her in her new roll, receptionist. I looked at the skyline (like I had done every day of my life living in Jersey City it's an easy thing to do)I noticed white clouds surounding the trade center, Isn't that unusual I said to Erin. I turned on the radio and heard the news, I thought what a terrible accident,then I thought of terrorists. As I rounded the turn for the Hospital where we work, the reporters on the radio were confused one said another plane had crashed into the towers and the other said no that's the building collapsing. I knew then life would never be the same.
Rita Fallon | 45 | New Jersey

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