To be clear, we did NOT start this website for days like today. We never envisioned it being anything more than just a bunch of goofy blog posts about politics and culture. We're still basically just that, but yesterday we were seeing some less than classy tweets about 9/11 popping up on various Left-Leaning Twitter accounts and decided that we'd write some stories about our experiences from that day. That turned into - why not just dedicate the entire day to #Remembering911, which turned into "why don't we invite the community to do the same".
So we asked you to share your stories from that fateful day 19 years ago and several of you did, here are those stories.
I was in the 8th grade outside of metro Atlanta. Ms. Merricka-Brand's class, 3rd lab table back. My name came over the intercom to go to he front office for dismissal. I knew someone died, very unusual for me to leave at that time of day. Mom was super quiet but hurried to go get my sisters from the elementary school. When we walked in the front office, other parents and children were there and fixated to the T.V. I looked up and saw both towers burning. The second plane had hit just a minute before we got there. Everyone in the office was crying and yet my mother through her tears begged for them to release my 2 sisters. My mother heard about the other flights that could potentially be missing or taken over and ATL was a rumored hit. She and I were scared, even as young as I was I felt that fear of death creep up my back and raise the hairs on my neck. We went home and huddled together keeping the girls occupied and happy as the news rolled in.
I had just started working in the aerospace industry when 9/11 hit. It doesn’t get a lot of press but the efforts of the air traffic controllers to essentially work together across North America to ground every plane in three hours was pretty inspiring, given what was known and feared at the time.
I was just pulling into the parking ramp at work when one of the DJs of the morning show I listened to on my ride in said “Oh my God!” She was watching a feed from Good Morning America and relaying what they were saying on GMA. I sat there listening for 10 minutes before heading into work. Most of the people who were already at work didn’t know so I told a few of my colleagues. Word spread and we turned the TV on in the conference room. We all watched the images in disbelief. I went back to my desk after about 25 minutes and my husband called my office line. He was working on a project in a neighboring state. He asked if he should come home, and I said no, let’s wait and see. I called my mom and she had spoken to my dad who was at work. I called my sister who had just sent off her 2nd grader and Kindergartener to school, and was home with her 3-year-old daughter. We hardly knew what to say, but all of those conversations ended with I love you. I worked the best I could that day in a blind haze. There was no reason for me to go home early to an empty house-my first child wasn’t born until a few years later. Working on a college campus, I knew there would be much to do in the coming days to help our students work through this. When it was time to go home, I hugged a few of my co-workers who were still there and headed to my car. I drove home without the radio on, which is unusual for me. As I was sitting at a left turn light I looked up and saw the huge American flag rippling in the wind at the Perkins on my route. I started to cry. The ugly, sniffling, chest sobbing type of crying. I didn’t stop for about an hour. By then it was pretty well known who had done this and why. It was an attack on our economic system, our way of life, and most of all, our people. After I ate some dinner, I put out our American flag and turned our outside lights on. Those lights stayed on for almost a month solid, and the flag stayed up past Veterans Day. I know how affected I, as a Midwesterner who did not know anyone who was killed in the attacks, was by 9/11 in those hours, days, and months. I couldn’t imagine then, and can’t now, what it must be like to have this happen to your family, friends, and in your neighborhoods. I was so proud of how we pulled together as a nation, and as people. We will never forget!
I was 11, on a road trip with my family through western PA toward MI. We were in a hotel when the attacks happened, and watched the towers fall on TV as it happened. We were far from home and far from our destination, but the crash of flight 93 made us feel like the danger was very close by.
After the first plane hit the principal of the Catholic HS where I was teaching in St. Joseph, Missouri came over the intercom and told us to turn on our classroom TVs. I can't remember which station we were tuned to, but my class full of juniors in American Lit were watching live as the second plane hit. Just like the announcers, we weren't quite sure what we had just seen. I will never forget the way my students reacted...
I was a freshman in high school. When the planes hit they called an assembly. During the assembly they asked all students whose parents worked there to stay behind. We spent 2 hours calling my dad to no avail. So many cellphone calls were being made you literally couldn't get through to people. It turned out he was late to work because he forgot to drop off a class trip permission form for me. I just remember my teachers crying because they thought my dad died. Finally a senior drove me home and he was there. Lots of his friends weren't so lucky.