It was an absolutely gorgeous day. I was at work, the television was always on in the breakroom. After the first plane hit, the buzz started, then the second plane hit. As supervisor, I was trying to control the panic, keep everyone calm; there was certainly very little work being done. The phone calls started; I called my son who lived far away, made sure my daughter, not quite so far away, was okay, got a call from my mom, checking on me. I guess parenting never stops.
And then the towers fell. The pentagon was hit. Flight 93 crashed in Pennsylvania. And the world I'd always known ended.
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Wow. Thanks for sharing this video. It's amazing... brought me to tears. :(
The thing that still seems so odd/funny to me is that it was all so surreal that we still went ahead and had Enrichment that night. I remember hearing the sonic booms of the jets escorting the President's plane overhead, but not knowing what they were and being terrified that something *else* was happening as I walked out the door to head to church.
I can't believe its been seven years.
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