Where Were You Eleven Years Ago?

Like most people, I will never forget where I was that day. I was just getting out of health class, my freshman year of college, when I heard that the rest of classes had been dismissed around 9 am that dreadful morning. I went to my car not knowing why classes had been canceled for the remainder of the day, but I could tell that something wasn't right. I turned on my radio and heard on my way home the destruction that had been going on in NY. I then heard that a second plane had crashed into the South Tower of the World Trade Center. I started to bawl from the overwhelming shock and devastation I was hearing about.

By the time I got to my apartment, I had several messages on my phone. I listened to the first, it was my dad. I can almost remember every word to this day, "I honey, it sounds like your part of the world is falling apart, call me when you get this to let me know you are okay." I had just moved from Colorado to Maryland to start school just two months prior. I could hear the fear in his voice, which made me tremble with fear. I called him immediately to let him know that I was fine and he did his best to calm me down.

I didn't have any tv reception, so my only way of getting any information was listening to the radio. By 10ish, I heard about the Somerset, PA flight 93 crash. I knew that one was closer to home as we are only about 40 miles from there. At that point I called up to my Aunts to find out if she was home yet, I was told by my Uncle that she was on lock down at the school and would call when she got home. All I could do all day was stay glued to the radio and cry. There was nothing I could do but weep for the loved one's lost in this senseless act of terrorism. I was overwhelmed with emotion every time I thought about how many lives were being lost.

Later that afternoon I got a call from a boy that I had plans with that night, and we instead talked about the devastation and how we could reschedule for another day. Shortly after that phone call, my Aunt called and invited me up to the house. They were watching the news and that was the first time I saw just exactly what I had been hearing about. I was in shock all over again. I was thankful to have some family near by to be with during this awful time. I remember the only thing I could do was mourn and pray for the survivors and loved ones that were lost that fateful day.

Do you remember what you were doing, where you were, on this day eleven years ago?

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