I was sitting in Physics class. Third period. Junior year.
A friend came in and told me she'd just heard that someone had crashed an airplane into the World Trade Center and one into the Pentagon. She said she'd heard that another one was headed for the Whitehouse.
She was such a gullible girl. Surely someone had tried to get the best of her to see what she would be believe. I mean, after all...earlier that year, I'd learned that she didn't know Kurt Cobain had killed himself. "Oh," she said, "I thought they just stopped making music..."
But it was true. Unimaginable truth. I couldn't wrap my mind around it. I still can't.
A few years later my tour bus would stop at Ground Zero. I could hardly get out of the bus. I really didn't want to.
Every year, I'm still that girl in third period physics. I still can't believe it.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Where I was...
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Josh was just 6 months old.
We were living in England. I'd been in London for a meeting with the UK government. When I got home, I made my lunch and just sat down when Rich called me.
I turned on the TV and cried and watched in horror. My in-laws were at our house watching Josh. They were in the back garden. I walked out and told them what was happening.
All they said was, "Oh that's a shame" and kept gardening. I don't think they understood at that moment what was going on.
I was in a college Microbiology class until 11am that day and we had no idea what happened. I got in my car to go to work and hear a plane hit one of the towers, but they said nothing about 2 or about terrorists. Then on my drive I was noticing everyone's flags at 1/2 mass...but just assumed someone important had died. As I walked into work I could see about 40 people crowded around the little TV in the waiting room (I worked in a hospital) and I walked up to it as well. There is sat in disbelief as I watch what had already occurred. One plane into the buildings (ok, so maybe it was an accident) then ANOTHER plane (OMG!)...I was in shock. I had chills running down my spine. That day I didn't feel like an invincible American anymore. And all of those innocent people...again, Oh My God...may all the victims rest in peace and may the hijackers not.
I was getting ready for work in my tiny bedroom, I had the Today show on TV. I was just stunned.
I drove to work, I heard sirens behind me and I nearly drove into a tree due to panic! I didn't really realize how scared I was until that moment. The siren was just an everyday ambulance, but I was so anxious I must have thought it was a sign of greater attacks.
At work we just watched TV and the internet all day. In the afternoon I wrote a letter to my future self describing the day.
Oh, and my friend came over to my house to tell me that Kurt Cobain died. We hugged even though we were not hugging friends.
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