September 11, 2007 | Life in General
Where were you when you heard the news?
I was on the bus, heading in to work, when another person got on the bus and said, “Did you hear? A plane flew in to the side of the World Trade Center.”
I called my sister, told her to turn on the telelvision. She was worried one of her friends wouldn’t make it back into town. I told her he probably wouldn’t be able to because of what happened.
For the first time ever, there were no planes flying that day. The sky was so silent it was eerie.
During the course of the day, we realized what had happened and the horror would get worse. Supervisors were letting people go home and wait for news. The ones who had family at WTC.
Three weeks later, my hubby and I went on our first cruise. I didn’t think we’d be able to go and I was so scared the night before we left, I was calling him and crying. My sister gave me two rolls of quarters and told me to call her when we get to the airport, call her when we get on the boat…The day we left, we went to my parents house so that I could see them, so they could pray over us. I was on high alert the whole time, watching people that got on our plane, that walked onto the ship with us. We had a good time, but there was that…thing hanging over us–well, me, actually–that kinda put a little damper on our vacation. It just seemed weird, you know?
Three weeks before thousands of people died and here we are going on a cruise.
I didn’t know anyone that died in the Towers. But I prayed for them that day.
