I woke up and heard the worst news of my life. yes, yes i know it's officially tomorrow but i'm just remembering the fact it was a tuesday. i woke up listening to howard stern that morning and i didn't realize it at first about what was happening but after awhile they said the second tower was collapsing and i was just was in shock.
I get up and run down stairs and get online.. (we didn't have tv at the time) and the first thing i see on yahoo was a picture of the plane going into the tower. i was like oh my god! i didn't cry it didn't seem like the thing to do but i was deeply hurt.
About 11am mom calls and asks "did you see what happened?" i go yes and updated her with what i could find out online " she tells me to keep nick at home if he comes back home. he was at school 2 miles away roughly.
That night, i sat up in my sister's room ( where i was staying at the time and listened to the local ABC station on the radio. i think that was the first time i actually felt the horror of the situation.
The next day i was basically overwhelmed by the situation and all of the people touched by this. i think talking online with everyone is what got me through this. i still wasn't crying but i was getting close. i still hadn't actually seen what had happened on tv yet. i'd only seen it online. i went to bed that night knowing i'd have to go back to school the next day. school was starting next week. and i had a 2 hour car ride with mom that i wasn't really looking forward to.
The next day, i woke up got online and started to talk with people. just before i go back to cincinnati heard something from one of you ( you know you are) that set me over the edge. and i finally started to cry. but i knew i had to stop because i knew mom was coming home to me back in about an hour from then.
Mom comes home and we pack for our trip. we were concerned they were going to cancel move in but they didn't. the whole trip to cincy me and mom sat and listened to the radio and talked about what happened. i get to school unpack then go to the library to get online. i didn't really feel like facing my roommates then. later that night, i finally got to talk with the person i wanted to talk with before i left and i tried to help her cope with her feelings. it hurt trying to help but it felt worth it to me i had to get my feelings out. after a while she calmed down and i was finally able to talk with her and eventually i'd like to think i helped. that night i also finally saw what had happened on tv and it truly shocked me. it sent a bad feeling through me. i hated the fact that i was away from my family. but i think it was for the better. i heal better when i'm alone i guess.
By that friday i was looking for a release, i needed to get away from what happened. just my luck there was a concert at Bogart's that day the bands didn't really matter though they were very good. i just needed the release. their were probably like 75-100 people there. And i was in the front row. as i was leaving i drop a 5 dollar bill in the donation box they had there at the concert.
I would like to thank everyone that got me through that terrible time last year. i really feel for everyone that was hurt by this tragedy and i'm also glad it brought us together.
I hate the means that which we were brought together but, still it really meant a lot to me.
To all new yorkers and everyone in d.c here you have my deepest sympathy and respect.-9/10/02
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Submitted by dnsablan
had a horrible night getting sick, so I was sleeping in... My husband was already up and ready to go to work when he came into our room waking me up; "Dani, where does your uncle Drew work?..." I don't function when woken up, so I couldn't answer. He turned on the TV and said "Something happened, you need to see this..."
So he began to tell me about two planes crashing, one building collapsing (WHAT?!?!?!?!?!), and the Pentagon too... Then it came clear, MY UNCLE WORKS IN ONE OF THE TWIN BUILDINGS........
He's alive, thank the good Lord. It took him 5 hours to call home to his wife, then a total of 8 hours to get home. He was in the first building that got hit with the plane. He helped a co-worker, who had an asthma attack, through the city. He was about 3 blocks away when the first collapse happened. He was struck with the smoke and debris....
Please, please, PLEASE hug your family and friends today. My poor Grandma almost lost her only son.... my mom was freaking...
May you be watched over tonight, and in the future. Love you guys....
if anyone would like to add their story send it to my e-mail at dbbv99live@yahoo.com
I get up and run down stairs and get online.. (we didn't have tv at the time) and the first thing i see on yahoo was a picture of the plane going into the tower. i was like oh my god! i didn't cry it didn't seem like the thing to do but i was deeply hurt.
About 11am mom calls and asks "did you see what happened?" i go yes and updated her with what i could find out online " she tells me to keep nick at home if he comes back home. he was at school 2 miles away roughly.
That night, i sat up in my sister's room ( where i was staying at the time and listened to the local ABC station on the radio. i think that was the first time i actually felt the horror of the situation.
The next day i was basically overwhelmed by the situation and all of the people touched by this. i think talking online with everyone is what got me through this. i still wasn't crying but i was getting close. i still hadn't actually seen what had happened on tv yet. i'd only seen it online. i went to bed that night knowing i'd have to go back to school the next day. school was starting next week. and i had a 2 hour car ride with mom that i wasn't really looking forward to.
The next day, i woke up got online and started to talk with people. just before i go back to cincinnati heard something from one of you ( you know you are) that set me over the edge. and i finally started to cry. but i knew i had to stop because i knew mom was coming home to me back in about an hour from then.
Mom comes home and we pack for our trip. we were concerned they were going to cancel move in but they didn't. the whole trip to cincy me and mom sat and listened to the radio and talked about what happened. i get to school unpack then go to the library to get online. i didn't really feel like facing my roommates then. later that night, i finally got to talk with the person i wanted to talk with before i left and i tried to help her cope with her feelings. it hurt trying to help but it felt worth it to me i had to get my feelings out. after a while she calmed down and i was finally able to talk with her and eventually i'd like to think i helped. that night i also finally saw what had happened on tv and it truly shocked me. it sent a bad feeling through me. i hated the fact that i was away from my family. but i think it was for the better. i heal better when i'm alone i guess.
By that friday i was looking for a release, i needed to get away from what happened. just my luck there was a concert at Bogart's that day the bands didn't really matter though they were very good. i just needed the release. their were probably like 75-100 people there. And i was in the front row. as i was leaving i drop a 5 dollar bill in the donation box they had there at the concert.
I would like to thank everyone that got me through that terrible time last year. i really feel for everyone that was hurt by this tragedy and i'm also glad it brought us together.
I hate the means that which we were brought together but, still it really meant a lot to me.
To all new yorkers and everyone in d.c here you have my deepest sympathy and respect.-9/10/02
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Submitted by dnsablan
had a horrible night getting sick, so I was sleeping in... My husband was already up and ready to go to work when he came into our room waking me up; "Dani, where does your uncle Drew work?..." I don't function when woken up, so I couldn't answer. He turned on the TV and said "Something happened, you need to see this..."
So he began to tell me about two planes crashing, one building collapsing (WHAT?!?!?!?!?!), and the Pentagon too... Then it came clear, MY UNCLE WORKS IN ONE OF THE TWIN BUILDINGS........
He's alive, thank the good Lord. It took him 5 hours to call home to his wife, then a total of 8 hours to get home. He was in the first building that got hit with the plane. He helped a co-worker, who had an asthma attack, through the city. He was about 3 blocks away when the first collapse happened. He was struck with the smoke and debris....
Please, please, PLEASE hug your family and friends today. My poor Grandma almost lost her only son.... my mom was freaking...
May you be watched over tonight, and in the future. Love you guys....
if anyone would like to add their story send it to my e-mail at dbbv99live@yahoo.com