The big question today seems to be "Where were you when the towers were hit?" Me? I was at home getting ready for work. I had scheduled to go in late as I was needing to get an estimate on some houshold repairs.
I had the morning news shows on. I saw the second plane hit live. I sat there with my mouth wide open in disbelief. All I could think of were those poor people still in those buildings and all the rescue workers who had gone into help. And then the pentagon. And then Pennsylvania.
For the next several days I was glued to the news stations. I couldn't sleep. I also worked in a government building (the largest government facility after the pentagon). I remember lots of security measures, checking cars and id's and baricades. I also remember lots of patriotism, lots of pride, lots of American flags. I remember President Bush at Ground Zero responding to the firefighters who couldn't hear what he was saying. "I can hear you, the rest of the world hears you. And the people who knocked these buildings down will hear all of us soon."
Several months later, I took my first flight after 9/11. I remembered the people in those planes and wondered what they must have gone thru when they realized what was happening. I cried.