Even though it’s been 9 years I remember it like it was yesterday. I was at work, discussing the $453,000.00 medical bill for my child’s hospital stay with my insurance agent. She suddenly told me to and I quote, “STFU!”. Whoa. Then she tells me to get turn on my TV; a plane has hit the Twin Towers. From that point on I felt as though I was in a dream. What? We were attacked? Who would attack us? Why would they attack us?
When it started to sink in I began to panic. What was happening? Was my family safe? I tried calling the hospital my daughter was in but the lines were busy and no call were getting through. Then my family started calling. Had I heard from my mother? She was in Pennsylvania and was scheduled to fly home. Her work had no idea where she was and she was not answering her phone. That was the long couple hours of my life.
When I got home later that night I sat down and watched the news reports. I can still remember just sitting there with tears rolling down my face as I watched people showing pictures of their loved ones; trying to find them. After few days I had to shut it off. I couldn’t handle the emotional onslaught anymore.
Where were you when the world stopped?
