I remember that morning so well. I was visiting my sister and awoke to her shaking me, saying, "Kelly, wake up. I think a plane hit the World Trade Center. I don't know anything else." We're both big news buffs and often call each other when there's important breaking news. We were both asleep as we'd stayed up really late visiting. She woke up and turned on the TV about 7:50-7:55am. That's when she saw the Fox News Alert about the airplane hitting the WTC. When she woke me up and told me, I was half out of it and thought to myself...I'm still tired, but I'll go see what's going on and figured I'd fall back asleep after seeing what happened. Boy was I ever wrong! As we watched everyone try to figure out what kind of plane and how a pilot "accidentally" crashed into the WTC on such a clear morning, we saw the 2nd plane strike the South Tower live on TV. Within a few seconds, David Asman on Fox News brought up Osama bin laden.
Well, I don't want to write a book here. We just didn't know what was going to happen next and things kept getting worse for what seemed like an eternity. All planes grounded? Whoa. Then the Pentagon, then Flight 93. It was all too much, unbearable.
We were in complete shock. Me, unable to move from the spot where I first sat, glued to the TV. Her, unable to sit still as she couldn't stop picking up and sorting through things while also glued to the TV. Obviously, like the rest of the country watching, we were sad, mad, nervous of what was yet to come. I remember exactly how I felt that day, as if it was yesterday. I remember everything about where we were, what we said, who called, everything. It was a day like none other I'd ever known. That "nap" I mentioned after seeing what happened, didn't come for a long time. I slept very little for weeks and dreamt about the victims often. Reading what many of them endured in that book just brought me closer to them, and the stories of heroism are plentiful. Some heroes made it out alive, many didn't. God bless the victims of 9/11 and their loved ones.
