9/11 - SHARE YOUR EXPERIENCE WITH US

Posted September 10th, 2008 By: Jacob Black 3 Comments »

As we come to the day before 9/11, all of us here at TwilightersAnonymous.com are paying our respects to the day that changed American history forever and has shaped many lives who were affected by events that occurred that day.

SHARE YOUR PERSONAL STORY WITH US
We have opened up a thread where we can all share our experiences from 9/11. What were you doing when it happened? How were you affected by it? Has it changed how you perceive things now? What changes, if you could, would you have America make?

So hopefully by the same time tomorrow, the 7th year anniversary of 9/11, we can go back to this post and read about stories that affected the lives of all Americans and how terrorists didn’t weaken, but strengthen our entire nation.

Forum Thread to share your experience & stories:
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- MSNBC - 9/11: SEVEN YEARS LATER

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Brenda

My birthday is 9/11/72. The day the attacks happened I thought “this is crazy”. I worked at a day care and we were in total lock down. My thoughts went to my closest fried who was living across the river. She was often in the city to visit her in-laws and I was desperate to track her down. When she finally got an open line we sat on the phone for hours talking about our fear and grief. The things she had witnessed were to hard to wipe out of our minds and dreams. My birhday is 9/11 but I now spend it praying for those who lost loved ones and continue life…. a rebirth for all of us. From that day a country would not act, think or be the same. Always remember, cherish those you have and love with all you have. Tomorrow is not promised and everyone needs more love.
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I slept through most of it. When I did get up and turn on the TV, I was shocked. There aren’t words to express how sad and horrified I was.

Although I live nowhere near NY, my Aunt and Uncle do.
My Uncle travels for his job and my Aunt works for the Baltimore Police Department (which is in the FBI building). We were so relieved that my Uncle was sick or would have been on one of those flights. My Aunt was in lockdown in her building but at least she was safe. They spent 12 hours in lock down.
We spent most of the day trying to get in contact with family to make sure everyone was ok.
As the buildings came down, I just remember thinking - this has to be a horrible joke because it can’t be happening. It felt very surreal.

I cried a lot for that first week, but I also felt such pride in our country. That day many regular people became heroes. I was especially proud of the firefighters and police men.

I also remember the silence very vividly. No planes for days. It was such a deep silence. I will never forget that day.
Jena

When 9-11-01 occurred, I was eleven years old and in the sixth grade at a elementary/middle school in western PA. All through first hour at school, the principal kept coming on the announcement system saying things like, “Teachers, please check your e-mails immediately.” We all knew that something was up, but none of us knew what. Then we went down the hall to history. The teacher sat us down and said, “Okay, guys, the principal doesn’t want you to know this, but I think you’re old enough to know.” Then she turned on the TV.

I remember watching it - we had it on when one of the towers collapsed, I do believe. Our teacher was talking to us about stuff and she was asking us how we thought this might change our lives. I said something like, “I think the stock market is gonna be affected” and she kinda laughed at that idea.

After history, we were back in our normal classroom and we heard fighter jets flying over the school. Of course we didn’t know about the air-space ban that the President had ordered, or that they were just doing their job. We were all afraid. Shanksville is about two hours away from where I lived and we didn’t know about Flight 93 at the time.

While this was all going on, a BUNCH of kids were being pulled out. By ten thirty or eleven, my name was called. My mom had already stopped at the Elementary Office (okay - the school was both el. and middle school, but there were separate offices) to pick up my sister. When we got out of the school and onto the lawn, crossing to the car, I started drilling my mom with questions. “Who is Bin Laden? Why did they do this?” and so on. She didn’t know what to say. She then drove over to the main campus to pick up my brother, who was in eighth grade. When we got home, I sat down and watched TV; my mom finally shut it off and made me go outside, though I felt that playing was too… awkward when people were dying by the thousands.

My dad works near the Pittsburgh Airport and he came home early that day. At the dinner table, which was the first sit down dinner that my family had in months, he commented on how… odd it was after the airplanes were grounded for the day. It was too silent there. I remember he had stopped to pick up a copy of the Post Gazette or the Tribune Review that had come out that day around noon - pictures of the buildings, the terrorists, etc. We still have it somewhere; it’s one of those things that I want to show to my kids one day.

In the weeks to come, I had nightmares and had trouble sleeping, but I was safe. Tonight I went to a candlelight vigil on my college campus. It’s so… weird to think that it’s already been seven years.