[Error: unknown template qotd]I was working at Bank One. I was on the elevator and heard someone talking about planes crashing. When I walked into my office (a cubicle farm) and everyone was standing, looking stunned. I asked what happened. One of the managers told me that a plane hit one of the towers of the world trade center. My legs weakened a bit. I was stunned. I walked to my desk and logged in. There were no calls coming in. None. I generally took anywhere from 80-132 calls a day. No one was calling any of the 200 people in my office.
I logged onto CNN and saw the news as a second plane hit. I started crying. That is not unusual. I am freaky sensitive and am actually crying now as I remember the event. I was just quietly crying and refreshing the news pages.
A call came in and I answered it. While on the phone with the gentleman, I was reading about a plane being missing. I thought of my sister working next to the FBI building on the other side of town. I wanted her out of the area. There was no reason to think a plane was headed there, but all I knew was someone was targeting symbolic buildings and I was worried about my sister. The call was hard to finish. The gentleman offered to let me go and he would call back later, but I told him it was fine and finished the call.
I opted to not leave at noon when it was offered. I did leave at 3. I went to pick my son up at the YMCA. He was 7 years old. I asked him if he knew what had happened that day. He vaguely knew. I explained. His first question was if the president was okay. My sister and I watched the news for days and sobbed for days. We understood what what coming because of it. Connor kept bringing us kleenex and paper towels for our tears. How was I supposed to explain to a 7 year old what horrors we do to each other? I told him that we should just pray for peace for the souls of those that had died and peace for the people that do such horrible things to each other so that they can stop.
Seven years later and I still cry.
Yesterday, Connor was shown a film about 9/11 in school (he is now a high school freshman). He talked about seeing things he had not previously noticed like the people jumping out or falling out of the windows. Some of his classmates were crying.
I hope that neither Con nor I ever live through such an event again.
