Where were you when...

newfiemountiewife said:
However, my hometown, is just 40 minutes from Gander, NL, where many, many of the diverted planes landed. They housed and fed many of the stranded passengers, setting up places in schools, people took strangers into their homes to provide shelter and meals. I was not living home at the time, but I was so proud of my community for stepping up and providing for these people. Many of those passengers travel back every year, some have set up scholarships for my hometown schools, some set up a fully equpped computer lab for the middle school there. Delta Airlines also matched some of the scholarship funds as well.

To me 9/11 was the worst in humanity. But I also saw the best in it too. I found a link to one passengers story, there was a story on CNN but I can't find the video for it now. I can't believe it was so long ago.

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Jamie - that's awesome! We usually hear the horror and sadness, and it's good to hear about the 'good' stories that came from the tragedy.

Sometimes, I remember that night more than the day. I could not turn off the TV. We slept with the TV on for days when they were still doing 24 hr coverage because neither of us could bare turning off the rescue workers who were trying to save survivors. We just couldn't turn our backs on them. So our bedroom tv stayed on for days.
 
I was home sick with pneumonia and remember turning on the tv and seeing it all. Like Darcy said, our tv was for days just watching and listening.....it was surreal.
 
It was my sophomore year of college. One of my old freshman roommates called us that morning--I answered the phone and turned on the news. I saw the second plane crash. I didn't realize the magnitude until later in the day. I went to class and work (on campus) and things mostly seemed normal--not everyone had heard about it for at least half the day. Then I just watched the news for days and days.
 
I was on my way out the door headed for work when the first newsflash came on the Today show...I heard Katie or Matt mention that there were reports that a plane had hit one of the towers. Of course everyone was thinking a little plane...those accidents have happened before.
I was in my classroom getting ready for my kindergarteners to show up when my best friend (who taught in the adjoining room) popped her head in and told me what had actually happened. As parents streamed in that morning, they'd fill us in with some fact, some rumor (remember how many were flying that day?). When my class went to P.E., I headed to the library to watch the newsfeed, and saw the second tower fall.
The next few days seemed to pass by in a blur...I remember going to a prayer vigil at church...going to a friend's house (where all we did was watch the news)...and everyone being so quiet and yet friendly...the American flags popping up everywhere, from cars to houses to storefronts.
 
I was in ninth grade, it was my first week of high school. I remember hearing different things from everyone in the halls, but I had no idea what was really going on until we turned on the tv in my 1st period. We talked about how we were feeling and what was going on in all our classes for the whole day. I remember going home and watching all the families and praying for survivors. I remember breaking down and crying when a girl my age at the time was asking for someone to please find her dad... I'll never forget it.
 
I had just gotten to work (store at the mall) when my co-worker told me about what they were saying on the radio. Some people in the mall were watching the news on the big screen TV's at The Bay just around the corner, so my co-worker and I took turns going over and seeing updates. I just couldn't believe it! Less than 2 weeks before I found out I was pregnant with my first child and then this horrific event happened that made me wonder what kind of world I was bringing my child into...
 
I had just started my second year of college in CA. I remember my alarm clock radio waking me up and the DJs were saying something about a plane crashing. I turned on the TV and my first thought was that it seriously couldn't be real. It looked like something out of a movie.

I don't really think I grasped just how big of an event it was because I got ready and went to class just like normal. By the time I got to campus though, the school had been shut down and I think it remained so for a good two days after. I remember thinking at the time that it was totally crazy that anyone would think someone would target our school since we were in the middle of nowhere, haha, but I'm sure now they were just more concerned about the possibility of something happening in LA or SF and how that might effect us.

It's funny because this is the 2nd anniversary of Sept 11th that my DH has been deployed for and I feel like it seems so much more real now. It's hard not to think about all the sacrifices and lives that have been changed as a result of the events of that day. I'm pretty sure the 19 year old me had no idea that her own life would still be affected by that day, 8 years later. :unsure:
 
I wasn't sure if I could click on this thread. Just thinking about that day brings me to tears.

My dh and I had just gotten up (west coast) and he turned on the TV, and I was starting the coffee. I heard something about a plane crash and walked over to the TV. I called my dh into the room and then we watched the second plane hit the tower live. I could not believe what I was seeing.

We still had to get the kids up and ready for school. My youngest was in 5th grade and I think because it happened early for us out here, most kids knew what had happened before they got to school, so the school had to have an assembly for them to talk about things. We had a hard time turning off the TV for weeks after. The days and weeks after were so eerie...I could hardly think of anything else.

It was one of those things that happens in your lifetime that you will never ever forget where you were at the time. Kind of like when JFK was shot. I was just a babe, but my dh was in grade school and he often would talk about that moment, and of course hearing my parents talk about it as well.
 
another thing I remember so vividly {since it happened after working hours for us in Italy} that the days following and for quite a bit of time after that the kids actually had armored security guards {military guys} on all of their buses to and from school....very surreal...
 
My kids were at specials- gym I think- and I walked down to the office to get my mail. The office was eerily quiet and they had the monitor on, watching it on the news. We all just stood in there in disbelief until it was time to pick up my kids. We had to pretend like everything was normal, which was incredibly hard. But we wanted the kids to hear it first from their parents, who could explain it to them, if they wanted. Every time the kids were out of the room, though, I put my TV on to get updates.
 
The one thing I remember so vividly besides where I was and what I was doing, was the LONE plane I heard fly overhead when all flights had been grounded. I live in Lincoln Nebraska, which is about 45 miles from Offutt Air Force Base in Omaha which houses the Strategic Command Center. In the early afternoon, we were working outside and heard an airplane flying overhead. My coworkers and I all froze and looked at each other in complete fear and I asked one of them if they heard what I did. We all heard the same thing - an airplane!!! We learned later that it was the President flying in Air Force One on his way to STRATCOM, but they were flying so low that we could see the plane. It was so surreal and scary. There is always that kind of fear, that someone could attack STRATCOM. If that happened, my city would be wiped off the map in mere minutes!

Also at the time I was living close to the airport, the interstate and train tracks. I remember having the windows open that night and being disturbed by the complete quietness. There were no airplanes, cars/trucks or trains going anywhere!
 
I know I'm late to post here, but I wanted to take part.

I was on the bus on my way to work in downtown SLC. Just as I was getting off the bus, someone said that a plane had hit one of the towers and one had hit the Pentagon. I knew that couldn't be a coincidence, so I ran into my office building, called DH and my mom and told them to turn on their TVs, and ran into the training room where they had TVs. By then the second plane had hit the towers. I watched with my coworkers in unbelief as the towers fell. Needless to say, no one could get themselves to work that day, and most of us went home early.

I was in the Mormon Tabernacle Choir at the time, and we had a scheduled concert for that evening. I was surprised when they announced that the concert would go on as scheduled. But, when I arrived for the concert they had changed everything - all new songs to pay tribute to the country and those who had died. In the days following 9/11 we did several extra concerts and tributes. It was an incredibly sad time. And, I will never forget!
 
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