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beleache

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I was a school bus driver at the time .. I was pulling up to the elementary school when the dispatcher asked all drivers to shut off their AM/FM radio's ..
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<br /> I think I caught some of what was going on before I shut it off..
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<br /> Got to the yard , walked in to see my co-workers looking at the TV with horror on their faces..
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<br />I didn't realize at that moment that my son was in the midst of all the confusion to get out of Manhattan... Thank God he did ... Sadly my bil wasn't so lucky..
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<br /> He perished that day along with so many other innocent souls... <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-sad.gif" border="0"> May God Bless the innocent lives that were lost that day & may God give peace to their loved ones..
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<br /><img src="i/expressions/heart.gif" border="0"> joni
 
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SadiesMom

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I was living in upstate NY at the time, it was my 21st birthday and I heard it on the radio on my to class. I turned around and got to a television in time to see the second airplane hit. I still tear up thinking about it and try to remember to be thankful for each birthday I get.
 
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SadiesMom

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I was living in upstate NY at the time, it was my 21st birthday and I heard it on the radio on my to class. I turned around and got to a television in time to see the second airplane hit. I still tear up thinking about it and try to remember to be thankful for each birthday I get.
 
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SadiesMom

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I was living in upstate NY at the time, it was my 21st birthday and I heard it on the radio on my to class. I turned around and got to a television in time to see the second airplane hit. I still tear up thinking about it and try to remember to be thankful for each birthday I get.
 
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theLostMiler

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Being on the West Coast, I was sleeping but my mom came in and woke me up right after the second plane hit the second tower. I was a freshman in high school.

I was watching and getting ready for school and when I got to school, pretty much every classroom had a tv in it and we spent the day watching the events and newscoverage with most of my teachers, some still taught lessons. They passed out black ribbon pins that day too that we all put on our clothes and backpacks. I remember being pretty torn up about the people jumping out of the windows for a long time, even today that is what gets me... It was hard to be at school.

I agree, whenever I see any video of that event, I get chills and goosebumps and have to hold back my tears.

I remember my dad putting the flag up in our yard too. The only reason it came down, years later, was because it was tearing and fraying.

I also remember the next year, watching the abc special with all these moms and their children who's dads died before the babies were born, and I just bawled and bawled and bawled.

I am a very emotional person as it is and can cry over anything anyways.

Can anyone else believe its almost been 10 years? It feels so long ago, yet at the same like it was yesterday.

And Joni sorry to read about you BIL, and agreed, may God bless those whose innocent lives were taken as well as their loved ones affected.
 
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theLostMiler

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Being on the West Coast, I was sleeping but my mom came in and woke me up right after the second plane hit the second tower. I was a freshman in high school.

I was watching and getting ready for school and when I got to school, pretty much every classroom had a tv in it and we spent the day watching the events and newscoverage with most of my teachers, some still taught lessons. They passed out black ribbon pins that day too that we all put on our clothes and backpacks. I remember being pretty torn up about the people jumping out of the windows for a long time, even today that is what gets me... It was hard to be at school.

I agree, whenever I see any video of that event, I get chills and goosebumps and have to hold back my tears.

I remember my dad putting the flag up in our yard too. The only reason it came down, years later, was because it was tearing and fraying.

I also remember the next year, watching the abc special with all these moms and their children who's dads died before the babies were born, and I just bawled and bawled and bawled.

I am a very emotional person as it is and can cry over anything anyways.

Can anyone else believe its almost been 10 years? It feels so long ago, yet at the same like it was yesterday.

And Joni sorry to read about you BIL, and agreed, may God bless those whose innocent lives were taken as well as their loved ones affected.
 
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theLostMiler

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Being on the West Coast, I was sleeping but my mom came in and woke me up right after the second plane hit the second tower. I was a freshman in high school.
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<br />I was watching and getting ready for school and when I got to school, pretty much every classroom had a tv in it and we spent the day watching the events and newscoverage with most of my teachers, some still taught lessons. They passed out black ribbon pins that day too that we all put on our clothes and backpacks. I remember being pretty torn up about the people jumping out of the windows for a long time, even today that is what gets me... It was hard to be at school.
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<br />I agree, whenever I see any video of that event, I get chills and goosebumps and have to hold back my tears.
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<br />I remember my dad putting the flag up in our yard too. The only reason it came down, years later, was because it was tearing and fraying.
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<br />I also remember the next year, watching the abc special with all these moms and their children who's dads died before the babies were born, and I just bawled and bawled and bawled.
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<br />I am a very emotional person as it is and can cry over anything anyways.
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<br />Can anyone else believe its almost been 10 years? It feels so long ago, yet at the same like it was yesterday.
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<br />And Joni sorry to read about you BIL, and agreed, may God bless those whose innocent lives were taken as well as their loved ones affected.
 
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MCGrad2006

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I haven't read everyone else's responses, it gives me the chills to think about it and remember.

Ironically, I was in history class, My senior year of high school...only a week into the school year, maybe less. I didn't believe it at first. I think my first thought was did anyone die? You know, I was only thinking that it was a small plane, maybe an accident. Then we tried to get online on the computer and it wouldn't work, too many others doing the same thing. Right at the end of class, we were able to get online in time to see the second tower hit. That's when it started to sink in.

I will always remember that day, I know exactly where I was sitting, who I was with and who told me. I don't think we accomplished anything in class that day. Next period, the principal came on the intercom and announced that something had happened. He ended up coming on the intercom multiple times that day to update, then all after school activities were cancelled and we were able to go home.

Our school did not have TV's in every classroom, so I do remember doing some classwork. But at the end of the day I had journalism class and we had a tv and were able to watch some of the coverage.

I was and still am so amazed and grateful for the amount of support that came from the tragedies. Seeing the patriotism and the pride in everyone made me happy to be an American. Of course, that does not lessen the sadness I felt at the losses. <img src="i/expressions/brokenheart.gif" border="0">

<div class="FTQUOTE"><begin quote>I remember walking outside that day, looking up at an impossibly brilliant blue sky, wondering how it could be... when so close there was such tragedy and destruction. (I know that doesn't make much sense but it's how I felt.</end quote></div>

I know exactly what you mean. I felt the same way, it was a perfectly beautiful day out and the sky was brilliantly blue. It seemed ironic that something so tragic happened when the sky was so pretty.
 
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MCGrad2006

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I haven't read everyone else's responses, it gives me the chills to think about it and remember.

Ironically, I was in history class, My senior year of high school...only a week into the school year, maybe less. I didn't believe it at first. I think my first thought was did anyone die? You know, I was only thinking that it was a small plane, maybe an accident. Then we tried to get online on the computer and it wouldn't work, too many others doing the same thing. Right at the end of class, we were able to get online in time to see the second tower hit. That's when it started to sink in.

I will always remember that day, I know exactly where I was sitting, who I was with and who told me. I don't think we accomplished anything in class that day. Next period, the principal came on the intercom and announced that something had happened. He ended up coming on the intercom multiple times that day to update, then all after school activities were cancelled and we were able to go home.

Our school did not have TV's in every classroom, so I do remember doing some classwork. But at the end of the day I had journalism class and we had a tv and were able to watch some of the coverage.

I was and still am so amazed and grateful for the amount of support that came from the tragedies. Seeing the patriotism and the pride in everyone made me happy to be an American. Of course, that does not lessen the sadness I felt at the losses. <img src="i/expressions/brokenheart.gif" border="0">

<div class="FTQUOTE"><begin quote>I remember walking outside that day, looking up at an impossibly brilliant blue sky, wondering how it could be... when so close there was such tragedy and destruction. (I know that doesn't make much sense but it's how I felt.</end quote>

I know exactly what you mean. I felt the same way, it was a perfectly beautiful day out and the sky was brilliantly blue. It seemed ironic that something so tragic happened when the sky was so pretty.
 
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MCGrad2006

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I haven't read everyone else's responses, it gives me the chills to think about it and remember.
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<br />Ironically, I was in history class, My senior year of high school...only a week into the school year, maybe less. I didn't believe it at first. I think my first thought was did anyone die? You know, I was only thinking that it was a small plane, maybe an accident. Then we tried to get online on the computer and it wouldn't work, too many others doing the same thing. Right at the end of class, we were able to get online in time to see the second tower hit. That's when it started to sink in.
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<br />I will always remember that day, I know exactly where I was sitting, who I was with and who told me. I don't think we accomplished anything in class that day. Next period, the principal came on the intercom and announced that something had happened. He ended up coming on the intercom multiple times that day to update, then all after school activities were cancelled and we were able to go home.
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<br />Our school did not have TV's in every classroom, so I do remember doing some classwork. But at the end of the day I had journalism class and we had a tv and were able to watch some of the coverage.
<br />
<br />I was and still am so amazed and grateful for the amount of support that came from the tragedies. Seeing the patriotism and the pride in everyone made me happy to be an American. Of course, that does not lessen the sadness I felt at the losses. <img src="i/expressions/brokenheart.gif" border="0">
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<br /><div class="FTQUOTE"><begin quote>I remember walking outside that day, looking up at an impossibly brilliant blue sky, wondering how it could be... when so close there was such tragedy and destruction. (I know that doesn't make much sense but it's how I felt.</end quote>
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<br />I know exactly what you mean. I felt the same way, it was a perfectly beautiful day out and the sky was brilliantly blue. It seemed ironic that something so tragic happened when the sky was so pretty.
 
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Melissa75

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On a train into Manhattan when tower 1 was hit.
On the 1/9 subway when tower 2 was hit.
At work in Midtown when they collapsed.
I walked downtown to find my husband, sister and brother-in-law who worked in lower Manhattan. I couldn't find my husband because he'd gone to donate plasma as soon as the towers fell. There was almost no cell phone service because everyone was trying to use them. I found a coworker of my husband and let him know where I was heading--my sister's apartment on 14th St.
Meanwhile, my mom had supposedly gotten on a flight from Newark (visiting me) back to DC, her home, and as the day went on (and the Pentagon was hit), we were waiting for some word that she was safe. She was, her flight never left the ground. She was locked out of my house, but a neighbor eventually took her in.
I was six months pregnant with my first son. I didn't walk further downtown to see the site that day because I didn't want to be in the way of the rescue efforts and I did not want to expose the baby to more building materials and possibly toxic dust.
I remember the how clear the sky was that day and the next, and years later watched a NOVA episode on why that was, called "Global Dimming."
I also remember being scared for my friends who are muslim.
I remember the missing persons pictures and poems and notes all over the subway station walls for the next few months. The were so sad and horrifying.
Months later, at Christmas I remember getting in a huge and awkward fight with an in-law about war and terrorism.
One of the nicest things that has ever come of me having bronchiectasis is that I and a couple other people were once able to help a NYC firefighter who'd developed bronchiectasis after working at Ground Zero understand and improve his condition. He posted on a bronchiectasis website frustrated, under-treated and very sick. We gave tons of advice, including to see a CF doc. A year later, he popped in to write that his life had turned around. He was feeling significantly better--using inhaled abs and doing cpt--things no pulmo had offered him in the prior years of being sick.
 
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Melissa75

Administrator
On a train into Manhattan when tower 1 was hit.
On the 1/9 subway when tower 2 was hit.
At work in Midtown when they collapsed.
I walked downtown to find my husband, sister and brother-in-law who worked in lower Manhattan. I couldn't find my husband because he'd gone to donate plasma as soon as the towers fell. There was almost no cell phone service because everyone was trying to use them. I found a coworker of my husband and let him know where I was heading--my sister's apartment on 14th St.
Meanwhile, my mom had supposedly gotten on a flight from Newark (visiting me) back to DC, her home, and as the day went on (and the Pentagon was hit), we were waiting for some word that she was safe. She was, her flight never left the ground. She was locked out of my house, but a neighbor eventually took her in.
I was six months pregnant with my first son. I didn't walk further downtown to see the site that day because I didn't want to be in the way of the rescue efforts and I did not want to expose the baby to more building materials and possibly toxic dust.
I remember the how clear the sky was that day and the next, and years later watched a NOVA episode on why that was, called "Global Dimming."
I also remember being scared for my friends who are muslim.
I remember the missing persons pictures and poems and notes all over the subway station walls for the next few months. The were so sad and horrifying.
Months later, at Christmas I remember getting in a huge and awkward fight with an in-law about war and terrorism.
One of the nicest things that has ever come of me having bronchiectasis is that I and a couple other people were once able to help a NYC firefighter who'd developed bronchiectasis after working at Ground Zero understand and improve his condition. He posted on a bronchiectasis website frustrated, under-treated and very sick. We gave tons of advice, including to see a CF doc. A year later, he popped in to write that his life had turned around. He was feeling significantly better--using inhaled abs and doing cpt--things no pulmo had offered him in the prior years of being sick.
 
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Melissa75

Administrator
On a train into Manhattan when tower 1 was hit.
<br />On the 1/9 subway when tower 2 was hit.
<br />At work in Midtown when they collapsed.
<br />I walked downtown to find my husband, sister and brother-in-law who worked in lower Manhattan. I couldn't find my husband because he'd gone to donate plasma as soon as the towers fell. There was almost no cell phone service because everyone was trying to use them. I found a coworker of my husband and let him know where I was heading--my sister's apartment on 14th St.
<br />Meanwhile, my mom had supposedly gotten on a flight from Newark (visiting me) back to DC, her home, and as the day went on (and the Pentagon was hit), we were waiting for some word that she was safe. She was, her flight never left the ground. She was locked out of my house, but a neighbor eventually took her in.
<br />I was six months pregnant with my first son. I didn't walk further downtown to see the site that day because I didn't want to be in the way of the rescue efforts and I did not want to expose the baby to more building materials and possibly toxic dust.
<br />I remember the how clear the sky was that day and the next, and years later watched a NOVA episode on why that was, called "Global Dimming."
<br />I also remember being scared for my friends who are muslim.
<br />I remember the missing persons pictures and poems and notes all over the subway station walls for the next few months. The were so sad and horrifying.
<br />Months later, at Christmas I remember getting in a huge and awkward fight with an in-law about war and terrorism.
<br />One of the nicest things that has ever come of me having bronchiectasis is that I and a couple other people were once able to help a NYC firefighter who'd developed bronchiectasis after working at Ground Zero understand and improve his condition. He posted on a bronchiectasis website frustrated, under-treated and very sick. We gave tons of advice, including to see a CF doc. A year later, he popped in to write that his life had turned around. He was feeling significantly better--using inhaled abs and doing cpt--things no pulmo had offered him in the prior years of being sick.
 
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Liza

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I was at home in secured housing at Wright Patterson AFB, OH watching the TODAY SHOW. It is such a huge base, not all housing was in the secured perimeters of the base. The base went into lock down. By 11 or so we got a scroll acros the TV saying the local schools (at least where base housing kids went) were being closed. The buses couldn't deliver our kids and we couldn't leave the secured part of the base if you were on it. I had to call a friend in off-base housing to pick up Rachel. AND they let her take Rachel with no ID even though she offered! Yes, Rachel was in the 6th grade but still. Anna' went to a private HS downtown and called to see if she needed to come home but I had no way to get her. I told her, I thought she was safer downtown than on base if there were to be more attacks. Finally the base reopened to outgoing traffic but I couldn't take my car off base. We had only returned stateside 3 mo. earlier and had just gotten my car from Germany, it still had european plates. I walked over to the hospital and got my husbands truck and left to pick up Anna', who was ready to go back to Germany where she felt safer, and then picked up Rachel from our friends house. By evening one gate was open for incoming traffic. Both girls were ready to go back to Germany where they felt safer. We got in contact with friends we knew were stationed at the Pentagon and were releaved to hear they were safe. We spent the evening glued to the television like so much of the country, in shock and disbelief of what had happened, wondering what was to come of all this, knowing that I was so very greatful for who we had in the white house. Still very greatful.
 
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