story899.xml
Title
story899.xml
Source
born-digital
Media Type
story
Date Entered
2002-07-16
911DA Story: Story
About 7:30am I said goodbye to my husband and ushered him off to another day of work. I stay home with our two year old daughter and as such was still in my robe. Giving in to my daughter's pleas for Elmo, I popped in a tape for her in my bedroom and then sat down in my kitchen to the crossword with NBC's Today show on in the background.
The news that there had been an accidental plane crash caught my attention. The fact that it was a crash into a huge highrise seemed odd, being that it is a rather easy object to steer clear of. I sat beside my fireplace with coffee cup in hand and watched with shock at the second plane coming in and exploding. The shock soon turned to horror as it was realized that these crashes were no accident. I tried to get a hold of my husband, needing to connect with something real in my life, to no avail. I called a girlfriend and together we tearfully watched as the fabric of American liberty was being ripped. How could this happen, who could hate this much, were there any more survivors, how would the widows and orphans ever recover? Another looming question - where would they strike next?
For the rest of the day, I sat and watched, tended to my daughter, and called friends and family periodically to make sure this was not just on my TV set. It was 3pm before I realized that I was still in my robe. Before bed that night I hugged my daughter and husband extra tight, grateful for the opportunity to have another day with them, an opportunity denied to so many that same night.
The news that there had been an accidental plane crash caught my attention. The fact that it was a crash into a huge highrise seemed odd, being that it is a rather easy object to steer clear of. I sat beside my fireplace with coffee cup in hand and watched with shock at the second plane coming in and exploding. The shock soon turned to horror as it was realized that these crashes were no accident. I tried to get a hold of my husband, needing to connect with something real in my life, to no avail. I called a girlfriend and together we tearfully watched as the fabric of American liberty was being ripped. How could this happen, who could hate this much, were there any more survivors, how would the widows and orphans ever recover? Another looming question - where would they strike next?
For the rest of the day, I sat and watched, tended to my daughter, and called friends and family periodically to make sure this was not just on my TV set. It was 3pm before I realized that I was still in my robe. Before bed that night I hugged my daughter and husband extra tight, grateful for the opportunity to have another day with them, an opportunity denied to so many that same night.
Collection
Citation
“story899.xml,” September 11 Digital Archive, accessed January 1, 2026, https://www.911digitalarchive.org/items/show/17296.