Where Were You When The World Stop Turning?
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PacificBlue
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I was asleep...I'm on the West Coast. It was the first thing I saw when I woke up that morning. I was still unemployed at the time.
Mae13
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Interestingly enough, I was sitting in the small regional airport here, about 20 minutes before boarding a plane to Washington DC. It was surreal, didn't really think about it when I was getting on the plane. Then we sat there. Captain told us when the Pentagon got hit. Was standing in line waiting to reschedule my flight when the Towers went down. Very, very freaky.
Kindof had flashbacks when I boarded my 'rescheduled' flight on Tuesday, December 11th to head to DC...*Twilight Zone music* Needless to say, my mom was a bit of a wreck...
Mae
Kindof had flashbacks when I boarded my 'rescheduled' flight on Tuesday, December 11th to head to DC...*Twilight Zone music* Needless to say, my mom was a bit of a wreck...
Mae
MissTaken
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Hmmm it was a fateful day for me without the tragedy.
I was in a board room, delivering my swan song/resignation speech to some rather distraught, albeit two faced employees.
My admin assist kept running in to give us the updates as I dealt with the issues at hand.
I was in a board room, delivering my swan song/resignation speech to some rather distraught, albeit two faced employees.
My admin assist kept running in to give us the updates as I dealt with the issues at hand.
Texan
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I was in Sao Jose dos Campos, Brazil. I was teaching a class at an aircraft factory. The news came by way of a cell phone call to my assistant. I thought it was a prank until I saw it on TV.
The U.S. would not allow flights back into the states from Latin America for a number of days. I caught a flight to Bogata, then to Mexico City, then to Monterrey. From there, I took a bus to Nuevo Laredo, where I took a taxi across the border to a rental car company. I rented a car and drove home to Houston. It took three days and I got home a couple of hours before the arrival of the first flight back to the states from Brazil.
I guess I need to hear that new song.
The U.S. would not allow flights back into the states from Latin America for a number of days. I caught a flight to Bogata, then to Mexico City, then to Monterrey. From there, I took a bus to Nuevo Laredo, where I took a taxi across the border to a rental car company. I rented a car and drove home to Houston. It took three days and I got home a couple of hours before the arrival of the first flight back to the states from Brazil.
I guess I need to hear that new song.
seXieleXie
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Verse:
Where were you when the world stop turning on that September day
Were you in the yard with your wife and children
Or working on some stage in L.A.
Did you stand there in shock at the sight of that black smoke
Rising against that blue sky
Did you shout out in anger, in fear for your neighbor
Or did you just sit down and cry
Did you weep for the children who lost their dear loved ones
And pray for the ones who don't know
Did you rejoice for the people who walked from the rubble
And sob for the ones left below
Did you burst out in pride for the red, white and blue
And the heroes who died just doin' what they do
Did you look up to heaven for some kind of answer
And look at yourself and what really matters
Chorus:
I'm just a singer of simple songs
I'm not a real political man
I watch CNN but I'm not sure I could
Tell you the difference in Iraq and Iran
But I know Jesus and I talk to God
And I remember this from when I was young
Faith, hope and love are some good things He gave us
And the greatest is love
Verse:
Where were you when the world stop turning on that September day
Teaching a class full of innocent children
Or driving down some cold interstate
Did you feel guilty 'cause you're a survivor
In a crowded room did you feel alone
Did you call up your mother and tell her you loved her
Did you dust off that Bible at home
Did you open your eyes, hope it never happened
And you close your eyes and not go to sleep
Did you notice the sunset the first time in ages
Or speak to some stranger on the street
Did you lay down at night and think of tomorrow
Go out and buy you a gun
Did you turn off that violent old movie you're watchin'
And turn on "I Love Lucy" reruns
Did you go to a church and hold hands with some strangers
Stand in line and give your own blood
Did you just stay home and cling tight to your family
Thank God you had somebody to love
Repeat Chorus
Where were you when the world stop turning on that September day
Were you in the yard with your wife and children
Or working on some stage in L.A.
Did you stand there in shock at the sight of that black smoke
Rising against that blue sky
Did you shout out in anger, in fear for your neighbor
Or did you just sit down and cry
Did you weep for the children who lost their dear loved ones
And pray for the ones who don't know
Did you rejoice for the people who walked from the rubble
And sob for the ones left below
Did you burst out in pride for the red, white and blue
And the heroes who died just doin' what they do
Did you look up to heaven for some kind of answer
And look at yourself and what really matters
Chorus:
I'm just a singer of simple songs
I'm not a real political man
I watch CNN but I'm not sure I could
Tell you the difference in Iraq and Iran
But I know Jesus and I talk to God
And I remember this from when I was young
Faith, hope and love are some good things He gave us
And the greatest is love
Verse:
Where were you when the world stop turning on that September day
Teaching a class full of innocent children
Or driving down some cold interstate
Did you feel guilty 'cause you're a survivor
In a crowded room did you feel alone
Did you call up your mother and tell her you loved her
Did you dust off that Bible at home
Did you open your eyes, hope it never happened
And you close your eyes and not go to sleep
Did you notice the sunset the first time in ages
Or speak to some stranger on the street
Did you lay down at night and think of tomorrow
Go out and buy you a gun
Did you turn off that violent old movie you're watchin'
And turn on "I Love Lucy" reruns
Did you go to a church and hold hands with some strangers
Stand in line and give your own blood
Did you just stay home and cling tight to your family
Thank God you had somebody to love
Repeat Chorus
Caria Knight
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Yes, the song is all about Sept. 11th and where you were when you heard the news.
I was at work where there is no TV and the radio doesn't come in very well. We sent one of the warehouse guys out to get breakfast for some of us and he told us when he came back. I didn't believe him at first until I managed to get a radio station that I wouldn't usually listen to on. My bosses sister was in my office when we found out. She had been waiting for someone to take her to the airport to fly home to Fl. that day. Thier brother works for the port authority and I spent most of the morning trying to help find out if he was OK. They let us leave early (around noon) to go home. I spent the rest of the day thankful that my family was all safe.
I was at work where there is no TV and the radio doesn't come in very well. We sent one of the warehouse guys out to get breakfast for some of us and he told us when he came back. I didn't believe him at first until I managed to get a radio station that I wouldn't usually listen to on. My bosses sister was in my office when we found out. She had been waiting for someone to take her to the airport to fly home to Fl. that day. Thier brother works for the port authority and I spent most of the morning trying to help find out if he was OK. They let us leave early (around noon) to go home. I spent the rest of the day thankful that my family was all safe.
Cheyenne
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Looks like it would be a pretty song.
I was here that morning. Posting to a thread about the first plane hitting the tower which grew quickly into a play by play as each of us from all over the world heard more news.
It should be one of the classic Lit threads of all time.
I was here that morning. Posting to a thread about the first plane hitting the tower which grew quickly into a play by play as each of us from all over the world heard more news.
It should be one of the classic Lit threads of all time.
Aphrodisiac
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I had a late class that day ... even tho I was not due in class till mid afternoon. I woke up early and was getting ready for my shower.
Before I headed to the bathroom I turned on the t.v. & @ that moment I saw the 2nd plane crash into the towers. I was in shock and scared. I did not belive what I was seeing on t.v. When I got to class many knew what had happen & all thru class that is all we talked about ...
Before I headed to the bathroom I turned on the t.v. & @ that moment I saw the 2nd plane crash into the towers. I was in shock and scared. I did not belive what I was seeing on t.v. When I got to class many knew what had happen & all thru class that is all we talked about ...
I was sitting in front of this computer, talking with Dragon. I started scanning Lit and saw the thread. Turned the TV on, and just stared at it. I remember where I was when the space shuttle exploded too. Funny how we can flash right back to it, like it was yesterday.
pleasteasme
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7am, California time:
I was leaving to head out to teach the little monsters and I always listen to Bob & Tom in the morning. . .they were talking about the 1st tower of the WTC going down ~ I thought, this is not funny, changed the station. . .it was on all of the radio stations.
As I was driving, I got really scared. Started to think of all of the things we take for granted. . .freedom, peace, democracy.
That is all we did at school that day, watch the television. My students were very somber ~ very unnerving. Definately a 'non' teaching day. The rest of that week was difficult as well.
Will never forget this. . .
I was leaving to head out to teach the little monsters and I always listen to Bob & Tom in the morning. . .they were talking about the 1st tower of the WTC going down ~ I thought, this is not funny, changed the station. . .it was on all of the radio stations.
As I was driving, I got really scared. Started to think of all of the things we take for granted. . .freedom, peace, democracy.
That is all we did at school that day, watch the television. My students were very somber ~ very unnerving. Definately a 'non' teaching day. The rest of that week was difficult as well.
Will never forget this. . .
android1966
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I was at work having a cup of tea,when a mate came in and told me because he knew my reletives live in the states.I told him to fuck off because i couldn't believe it and thought it was a sick wind up.
Hubby and I were out shopping that afternoon. He turned on the radio because he got tired of my CD. We heard something about the Pentagon, and had to wait a few minutes to hear what was going on. We came straight home and turned on the TV. Absolute shock and cold fear/terror. Hours of watching TV and trying to find out anything on the net. All the while waiting for someone from the base to call to tell us what to do and what was happening locally.
AStormyOne
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I was just getting out of my 8 am class when I found out. I had called my husband at home to see how the kids were, when he told me. He assumed I already knew. I was glued to a radio from there on out..
Did I mention Alan Jackson's song is now my all time favorite. Thank you for posting the words to it. I have kept tons of pictures, new coverages, and such from 9-11, and am now adding the words to this song.
Storm
Did I mention Alan Jackson's song is now my all time favorite. Thank you for posting the words to it. I have kept tons of pictures, new coverages, and such from 9-11, and am now adding the words to this song.
Storm
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Cyberguy
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It is funny how those moments get burned into your brain. I came downstairs to get some breakfast and flipped the TV on first, the pleasant memory of a cyber experience the night before still lingering in my head. I planned on going over to ESPN, but the TV was still on ABC from watching Monday Night Football, and I decided to check out what was on Regis first.
Except Regis wasn't on. A picture of the first tower in flames appeared instead. The commentators weren't sure what had happened, it must have just come on. There were reports that a plane had hit it, but they didn't know how big or why, it was all speculation, maybe a horrible accident.
I stood there riveted to the TV for several minutes, then finally pulled myself away long enough to go into the kitchen. That was when the second plane hit. I turned back and watched the first slow motion replay of the second plane hitting. It was so sickening. It was so clear it was a large jet, 737 or 767.
I made my way into the office and learned about the pentagon. People made plans to go over to my boss's house to watch on TV, and before we left news came that the first tower had collapsed.
We watched there for about an hour, then I couldn't watch the pictures anymore and I came home. I live about 20 miles outside DC, and traffic was very heavy with everyone headed out of DC at 11:00 in the morning.
At home I listened to the TV via a feed on the radio and logged into the Lit chat room where I talked to people about it. I was very touched by the immediate outpouring of concern and unity from Lit members around the world. I spent a lot of time talking to two women here on the east coast who were worried about friends who worked in NY that weren't accounted for yet, but it was pretty much the only subject of conversation on there that day.
Except Regis wasn't on. A picture of the first tower in flames appeared instead. The commentators weren't sure what had happened, it must have just come on. There were reports that a plane had hit it, but they didn't know how big or why, it was all speculation, maybe a horrible accident.
I stood there riveted to the TV for several minutes, then finally pulled myself away long enough to go into the kitchen. That was when the second plane hit. I turned back and watched the first slow motion replay of the second plane hitting. It was so sickening. It was so clear it was a large jet, 737 or 767.
I made my way into the office and learned about the pentagon. People made plans to go over to my boss's house to watch on TV, and before we left news came that the first tower had collapsed.
We watched there for about an hour, then I couldn't watch the pictures anymore and I came home. I live about 20 miles outside DC, and traffic was very heavy with everyone headed out of DC at 11:00 in the morning.
At home I listened to the TV via a feed on the radio and logged into the Lit chat room where I talked to people about it. I was very touched by the immediate outpouring of concern and unity from Lit members around the world. I spent a lot of time talking to two women here on the east coast who were worried about friends who worked in NY that weren't accounted for yet, but it was pretty much the only subject of conversation on there that day.
tulip2lipservice
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Close to Home...
I was at work as a collegue told me that the WTC was hit by a plane. As I looked out of my window I saw the smoke from the WTC fill the sky. The buildings that I once could see from my window I could not see anymore. It was a very sad day as I heard from a policeman's radio the yells of his comrades in NYC yelling for help through the radio. I had to walk away.
I was very fortunate that my immediate family was unscathed by September 11th. I wish I could say that about my friends and colleagues. It was a very difficult time for Americans and New Yorkers. A week later I had to pull myself together from mourning friends and celebrate those that had survived. My only device to get through the chaois of the whole thing. My friends that left us that day will always be with me in my heart, mind, and soul. I mourn for their family and spouses that have to try to find the stregnth to move forward. It has taken away our false sense of security in this country. I am also grateful to all of the service people in the military that are protecting us even to this day. One special one is in my prayers.
Peace,
Tulip
I was at work as a collegue told me that the WTC was hit by a plane. As I looked out of my window I saw the smoke from the WTC fill the sky. The buildings that I once could see from my window I could not see anymore. It was a very sad day as I heard from a policeman's radio the yells of his comrades in NYC yelling for help through the radio. I had to walk away.
I was very fortunate that my immediate family was unscathed by September 11th. I wish I could say that about my friends and colleagues. It was a very difficult time for Americans and New Yorkers. A week later I had to pull myself together from mourning friends and celebrate those that had survived. My only device to get through the chaois of the whole thing. My friends that left us that day will always be with me in my heart, mind, and soul. I mourn for their family and spouses that have to try to find the stregnth to move forward. It has taken away our false sense of security in this country. I am also grateful to all of the service people in the military that are protecting us even to this day. One special one is in my prayers.
Peace,
Tulip
JennyOmanHill
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The dreadful silence
My first thought the morning of Sept. 11th was that I must have switched my television to a non-broadcast station (rather than shutting it off) since I awoke with the fuzz and static flickering on the screen.
Seconds later my phone began ringing, but I just laid back under the sheet knowing my machine would take over and I'd get a few more hours of much needed rest. I had been out until the wee hours (4AM!) after a long night of bowling and drinking and fun with friends down in the village. I remember when we finally left the alleys looking over at the towers and commenting aloud how beautiful they looked before slipping into the cab heading uptown.
I heard through my answering machine the anguished voice of one of the friends I had been out with, and something told me that it was bad news. I jumped up and phoned back immediately only to hear choked words telling me that two planes had hit the WTC and that it looked like we were being attacked.
I then sat in disbelief and fear watching the events unfolding over and over on the endless reports, constantly making and accepting the calls that were streaming in. While this was happening, I shared the anxiety of my neighbors that Times Square might become another target (especially after news of the Pentagon), and I tried to contact the people who meant the most to me to tell them I loved them "just in case".
That week is a blur for me now of time spent huddled with friends, people crying in the eerily quiet streets, firefighters and police personnel stopping on the corners to dust themselves off, the 15 local fire fighters who have never been found; smelling the smoke, and just trying hard to regain a sense of "normalcy".
My neighborhood is still feeling the effects of this disaster, and it has only made it harder for me to find employment again. It seems to be time now to try and heal ourselves, and I am appreciative of the words of many artists who allow us through song to mourn and to gather together as never before.
My first thought the morning of Sept. 11th was that I must have switched my television to a non-broadcast station (rather than shutting it off) since I awoke with the fuzz and static flickering on the screen.
Seconds later my phone began ringing, but I just laid back under the sheet knowing my machine would take over and I'd get a few more hours of much needed rest. I had been out until the wee hours (4AM!) after a long night of bowling and drinking and fun with friends down in the village. I remember when we finally left the alleys looking over at the towers and commenting aloud how beautiful they looked before slipping into the cab heading uptown.
I heard through my answering machine the anguished voice of one of the friends I had been out with, and something told me that it was bad news. I jumped up and phoned back immediately only to hear choked words telling me that two planes had hit the WTC and that it looked like we were being attacked.
I then sat in disbelief and fear watching the events unfolding over and over on the endless reports, constantly making and accepting the calls that were streaming in. While this was happening, I shared the anxiety of my neighbors that Times Square might become another target (especially after news of the Pentagon), and I tried to contact the people who meant the most to me to tell them I loved them "just in case".
That week is a blur for me now of time spent huddled with friends, people crying in the eerily quiet streets, firefighters and police personnel stopping on the corners to dust themselves off, the 15 local fire fighters who have never been found; smelling the smoke, and just trying hard to regain a sense of "normalcy".
My neighborhood is still feeling the effects of this disaster, and it has only made it harder for me to find employment again. It seems to be time now to try and heal ourselves, and I am appreciative of the words of many artists who allow us through song to mourn and to gather together as never before.
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nasty
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Thank you Cheyenne.LOL. I figured someone would of kind of wondered. I'm glad yall knew what I meant. And, thank you Lexie. THat song reminds me of another country tune, I Don't Know Why They Say Grown Men Don't Cry. Because, the waterworks show up whenever I hear it.Cheyenne said:
I was in front of my computer typing for one of my docs {I'm a medical transcriptionist} and my best friend called and told me to turn on CNN... which I did just as they were running the video of the 2nd plane hitting the WTC. I will never, never forget that moment in my life.
paganangel
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about 30 bocks north
there was no way to get down, except on foot, so i went. i never realized how much those buildings were a part of my sense of direction before. they were the beacon when heading to the financial district. now i followed a living tower of ash.
winodows were open with televisions on the sills. small crowds at every one. cars stopped in the street, radios blaring, so passers by could hear.
"excuse me, i'm a construction worker and a healthcare provider. where are they calling for voulenteers?"
"head to the west side highway. and thankyou."
thank you officer
at first i was at the closest triage unit to the demarcation line. someone in a suit and tie, briefcase dangling behind him, came running up.
"what can i do to help, where do i voulenteer?"
"wht can you do?"
"anything. dig,anything?"
"there's no rescue effort yet. head that way. maybe they will help you over there."
"thanks"
they moved the demarcation line up to chambers. w turned styvesent high school into a fully fuctional hospital in about 2 and one half hours.
there wouldn't be a rescue effor involving anyone but firefighters for the next twelve hours.
i was there for days and nights, though not all at once.
for the next month and a half i smelled the death.
i rmember walking over the debris and feeling the heat from the fuel fires under it.
i remember seeng a woman's viscera pour out of her. i remember running away as someone handed me oneof the many buckets in their hands.
i remember hands on my shoulders.
"easy buddy"
i remember a fire fighter turning to me and smiling...
"you guys are the best"
and i said,
US?!"
i remember every organizatin you could think of feeding us.
i remembr petting tired rescue dogs and loving them as much as any human i'd ever known.
i remember the patches from every state you could think of.
i remember a fullsize fire rig. crushed.
and i remember being on the train. wet bloodshot eyes. covered in dust, praying to a god i don't believe in to make the smell go away. and i tried to be hard. i had bought three newspapers so my eyes would read instead of tearing. letters went blurry. i cried and burried my head to hide my embarrasment.
there was a hand on my shoulder.
"were you down there working?"
"yes"
"thank you, we appreciate it."
people around us began to get up. they all put their hands on me
"thank you"
"thank you"
"god bless you"
"we're all with you"
then the woman again
"you are a hero"
"no, i'm not. i went in later. the firefighters, cops. them. i can't help"
"you are a hero. and you have to take care of you too. go home and get some sleep"
and she hugged me.
where was i when the world stopped turning?
i was in the greatest city the world has ever known.
there was no way to get down, except on foot, so i went. i never realized how much those buildings were a part of my sense of direction before. they were the beacon when heading to the financial district. now i followed a living tower of ash.
winodows were open with televisions on the sills. small crowds at every one. cars stopped in the street, radios blaring, so passers by could hear.
"excuse me, i'm a construction worker and a healthcare provider. where are they calling for voulenteers?"
"head to the west side highway. and thankyou."
thank you officer
at first i was at the closest triage unit to the demarcation line. someone in a suit and tie, briefcase dangling behind him, came running up.
"what can i do to help, where do i voulenteer?"
"wht can you do?"
"anything. dig,anything?"
"there's no rescue effort yet. head that way. maybe they will help you over there."
"thanks"
they moved the demarcation line up to chambers. w turned styvesent high school into a fully fuctional hospital in about 2 and one half hours.
there wouldn't be a rescue effor involving anyone but firefighters for the next twelve hours.
i was there for days and nights, though not all at once.
for the next month and a half i smelled the death.
i rmember walking over the debris and feeling the heat from the fuel fires under it.
i remember seeng a woman's viscera pour out of her. i remember running away as someone handed me oneof the many buckets in their hands.
i remember hands on my shoulders.
"easy buddy"
i remember a fire fighter turning to me and smiling...
"you guys are the best"
and i said,
US?!"
i remember every organizatin you could think of feeding us.
i remembr petting tired rescue dogs and loving them as much as any human i'd ever known.
i remember the patches from every state you could think of.
i remember a fullsize fire rig. crushed.
and i remember being on the train. wet bloodshot eyes. covered in dust, praying to a god i don't believe in to make the smell go away. and i tried to be hard. i had bought three newspapers so my eyes would read instead of tearing. letters went blurry. i cried and burried my head to hide my embarrasment.
there was a hand on my shoulder.
"were you down there working?"
"yes"
"thank you, we appreciate it."
people around us began to get up. they all put their hands on me
"thank you"
"thank you"
"god bless you"
"we're all with you"
then the woman again
"you are a hero"
"no, i'm not. i went in later. the firefighters, cops. them. i can't help"
"you are a hero. and you have to take care of you too. go home and get some sleep"
and she hugged me.
where was i when the world stopped turning?
i was in the greatest city the world has ever known.
alltherage
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I was on a boat returning to the United States from Canada. I saw a television showing some bombing. I thought,"damn middle east again." An older lady came by afterwards and asked if I heard about the wtc. My first thought was she is crazy. I went back to the bar and saw. I sat their for most of the trip home. It was odd because the bar was right near the casino and some people were playing slots. I don't know how they could.
When we reached Portland Me. the border patrol folks where out in force. They would not let us off the ship until bomb sniffing dogs sniffed every care. They were in flack jackets and there guns were very prominent. It took about 40 minutes on the ship for them to complete there job. It was another hour at least to get out of the terminal. Every car was searched. All i can remember thinking is thank god we are home. Even my kids were patient. Horrible day.
When we reached Portland Me. the border patrol folks where out in force. They would not let us off the ship until bomb sniffing dogs sniffed every care. They were in flack jackets and there guns were very prominent. It took about 40 minutes on the ship for them to complete there job. It was another hour at least to get out of the terminal. Every car was searched. All i can remember thinking is thank god we are home. Even my kids were patient. Horrible day.
Wow, how many times has this been asked?
I don't think it's much of a secret where I was, I've told it OVER and OVER and OVER here, and in "RL".
I'd just flown back home to Central America a few days before, to get married the following weekend. In the shower at the time the first plane hit, and heard a frantic knock on the door from my little brother.
He told me that something was VERY wrong back in the U.S., and that I needed to see the TV. When I saw it, it was like a movie, I couldn't believe it, until I looked at the corner logo, and CNN live was there. Immediately tears started to POUR out of me. I ran from the room, after the second plane hit, and just sat downstairs on the couch, with a pillow to my mouth screaming what a horrible act it was.
NO one could comfort me that day, or for several days later. But the support I saw in Central America, for the U.S. was enough to get me through the rest of my trip. Coming home on the planes weren't nearly as big a deal as they made it out to be. Hell the security was AS LAX as it was before it happened. (SCARY)
Lo
I don't think it's much of a secret where I was, I've told it OVER and OVER and OVER here, and in "RL".
I'd just flown back home to Central America a few days before, to get married the following weekend. In the shower at the time the first plane hit, and heard a frantic knock on the door from my little brother.
He told me that something was VERY wrong back in the U.S., and that I needed to see the TV. When I saw it, it was like a movie, I couldn't believe it, until I looked at the corner logo, and CNN live was there. Immediately tears started to POUR out of me. I ran from the room, after the second plane hit, and just sat downstairs on the couch, with a pillow to my mouth screaming what a horrible act it was.
NO one could comfort me that day, or for several days later. But the support I saw in Central America, for the U.S. was enough to get me through the rest of my trip. Coming home on the planes weren't nearly as big a deal as they made it out to be. Hell the security was AS LAX as it was before it happened. (SCARY)
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