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Remembering September 11, 2001, ten years later (Threads merged)

Discussion in 'Off The Beaten Track' started by UMBS Go Blue, Sep 11, 2011.

  1. UMBS Go Blue


    10 years ago today, I was late for work in New York. The 4/5 express train heading downtown had been much slower and hotter than usual, and as soon as it pulled into the Fulton Street station in lower Manhattan, I took off at a very brisk walking pace.

    To get to my then-job at the World Financial Center (WFC), I had to walk through the World Trade Center (WTC) complex, either through the underground mall or through the above-ground plaza in between the two towers. I chose the above-ground route because it was a nice way to cool off after the hot subway ride by catching the huge tunnel-effect breeze between the two towers. It was also more direct than going through the underground maze, and because I was already late for work, I continued at a very brisk pace.

    I then passed through an entryway to the WTC North Tower and entered a footbridge leading away from it, across West Street towards the WFC. As I made my way across the bridge, a television overhead flashed "8:46am" as I heard the loud roar of an airplane overhead. I then heard and felt a loud boom, tripped over myself a bit as I walked, and began running through the other side of the footbridge into the WFC Winter Garden, as people 30 seconds behind me, on the side of the bridge closer to the WTC, started screaming and running towards me on the WFC side.

    The WFC Winter Garden, which has since been restored, is an exquisite glass atrium filled with marble and palm trees. Through it I could see large chunks of debris in the near distance, raining down from above. I tried to process what was happening, thinking that it was simply a collapse of construction scaffolding or, at worse, a collapse of one of the antennas atop the WTC towers. I figured that I should just continue up to work as the WFC building where I worked was shielded from the two WTC towers by another WFC building occupied by American Express and Lehman Brothers.

    When I got up to my office on the 16th floor, peoples' phones were already buzzing, and we were trying to look outside and see what was going on. As our view was partially obstructed by the Amex/Lehman building, we did not see the 2nd plane crash into the WTC south tower during this time (although others higher up in our building apparently saw this and were quite traumatized by it), but people's wives started calling frantically to tell us that they had seen this on TV. At this point, my boss remarked that this was a very serious situation and that we needed to evacuate. Apparently everybody else in the building had the same idea as the elevators I had ridden just minutes before were now shut down, and as the whole building shuffled into the emergency stairwells, there was a palpable sense of nervousness and tension in the air.

    There was complete chaos when I got outside. Emergency vehicles were streaming into the area, their sirens reverberating everywhere. I looked up at the two blazing WTC towers and tried to pinch myself awake, hoping that I was just asleep in some bad nightmare. Police and firefighters were already trying to shoo the gathered crowds away from the area with little success, and a fighter jet passed by with an ear-splitting roar.

    At this point, adrenaline kicked in as I realized that it wasn't going to be a normal day. I decided that I needed to leave Manhattan because if I were to walk all the way home to the Upper East Side, I'd pass an infinite number of potential targets in Midtown along the way. The ferries to New Jersey, right next to the WFC, were already mobbed, so I decided to walk very briskly towards the Staten Island Ferry Terminal at the tip of Manhattan.

    I got to the ferry gate inside the terminal at about 10:00am when I heard and felt a loud rumble, like that of the subway running underneath. For a split second, I was afraid that I was in the middle of a nuclear blast and that I would be incinerated alive. The masses of people inside the terminal started screaming, even pushing and shoving, as a light grey smoke started permeating the terminal building. (Later I found out that this was when the WTC South Tower collapsed.) Fortunately, a ferry pulled in that very moment and the ferry gates opened. Everybody tore at the emergency compartments and donned life jackets. Although there was panic and tension in the air, there was also a sense of relief as people knew that they were somewhat safer at that moment on a boat than on land. The ferry soon pulled out and many people began meditating or praying openly, some with rosary beads in hand.

    About 20 minutes into the ride, another round of screaming came from the areas of the boat that had a view outside. (This was when the WTC North Tower collapsed.) The captain came on the PA system to say that everything on the boat was all right and that we'd be safe. People began expressing relief as we pulled in to the dock at Staten Island, started putting away our life jackets into neat piles, and gratefully thanked and acknowledged the ferry staff.

    As I got off the ferry, I looked back towards Manhattan and saw plumes of smoke from where the WTC towers had stood triumphantly just hours earlier. A piece of my heart literally died right that moment. The greater WTC/WFC complex, and all of Lower Manhattan including Wall Street, was where my career had begun just a year before, and I had many positive memories shared with friends and colleagues there. I couldn't believe that it was all gone.

    I gradually snaked my way through Staten Island on whatever buses were in service, thinking that I'd be able to make my way into Brooklyn, and eventually Manhattan, through the Verrazano Bridge. Indeed, I got all the way to the entrance to the bridge, and it was here that I finally heard a news update through someone's car radio. For the rest of the day, I debated the meaning of life with some of the many people gathered there. Why were we spared? If you believed in karma, then why were the innocent people who perished so cruelly and painfully not spared? We couldn't come up with convincing answers, but at the very least it was tremendously helpful to share reassuring wishes and thoughts with complete strangers and to shake and hold their hands.

    I finally got back to where I was living then, on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, early that evening, and it was later when I broke down after fully processing all that had happened, particularly the fact that because I had been walking briskly that morning, I had passed through the WTC complex and avoided danger by 30 seconds. I later heard that people in the lobby of the WTC buildings at the moment the planes hit had been burned by flames shooting out of the elevator shafts, while others outside had been injured by falling glass and debris.

    As many here from New York can attest to, the weeks and months that followed were very stressful. Smoke from the WTC blanketed the city depending on which way the wind blew, while every single phonebooth or lamp post was plastered with "missing" posters and later became makeshift shrines as people taped flowers and candles to them. The anthrax scare came soon thereafter, and from my team's temporary office in Times Square, we could see hazmat crews going into neighboring buildings; there was even a brief, but false, scare in our building, part of which hosted a major publishing firm. The American Airlines plane crash at JFK that fall triggered another round of worried phone calls from relatives and friends hoping that we weren't on that plane.

    My firm started moving back into its offices at the WFC around Thanksgiving of that year, despite lingering air quality concerns. We were told that building management had shut off the building's air flow to the outside before the WTC buildings collapsed, and that the building had undergone thorough interior cleaning and air quality testing. On the outside, our building was unscathed by the WTC collapse, but the Amex/Lehman building next door suffered extensive damage. Amex couldn't move back in until a year after the fact. Lehman, meanwhile, never moved back. They started from scratch, taking over the Sheraton Manhattan hotel in Midtown for several months before moving into a brand new skyscraper just north of Times Square that Morgan Stanley sold them because they no longer wanted the bulk of their workforce concentrated in one small area (MS's headquarters are just down the street at 1585 Broadway).

    To get to work at the WFC, we now needed to make a huge detour on foot, bus, or taxi around Ground Zero, now an excruciatingly painful, open wound which we could also see glimpses of through our windows. Even the WFC Winter Garden was punctured by huge beams of steel, like splinters on skin. Sometimes, at night, when we'd wait outside for taxis, we'd run back inside because we were freaked out by vividly ghastly, dusty whirlwinds coming out of Ground Zero just a block away. The memorial lights that debuted later were a more calming influence.

    Gradually, over the next year or two, things returned to normal. The immediate WFC neighborhood sprang back to life, and the view from our windows changed from masses of deformed steel and debris into that of an open pit and construction site. For me, the fact that I was very busy at work in the months and years that followed helped me cope with daily life in New York and around Ground Zero, so that I wasn't bogged down by worry, anxiety, or negative thoughts.

    I've since moved on and don't currently live in the New York area. While I don't think about 9/11 every day, I do live knowing that every day is a good day if I just wake up, that I've been very lucky in many respects, and that I should draw inspiration from the acts of the many heroes of 9/11 - whether the deceased, the emergency responders, or simply everyday people working with others to make their communities better and more civil places.
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  2. allezfred

    allezfred Master/Mistress of Sneer Staff Member

    Hard to believe. :(

    Where were you and what were you doing when you found out?

    I was here in Dublin and living in the city centre at the time. It was a beautiful Tuesday just like it was in NYC. Mr. allezfred and I had been out to lunch (I was working from home that day) and when we got back to our apartment, I just happened to switch on the TV. I'd been watching a rebroadcast of the VMAs the night before (the awards show had actually taken place a few days earlier. It was the one where Britney Spears danced with the albino snake around her neck. :yikes: ), so the channel that came on was MTV UK/Ireland. There was a ticker at the bottom of the screen that said "A major disaster has occurred in NYC. Please change to a news channel for further information."

    I watched the news for the rest of that day. It was all very hard to process. Difficult to believe now that there was a time when the average had no idea who Osama bin Laden or Al-Qaeda were.

    People from over 90 countries died in the attacks, including 6 from Ireland. The Irish government declared the following Friday 14 September a National Day of Mourning. I didn't know anybody who died on 9/11, although I had met Fr. Mychal Judge on a trip to NYC as a child.

    RIP to all the innocent people who died in the attacks. :(
  3. Jayar

    Jayar Well-Known Member

    Thank you for sharing that. It really does make one think about the fragility of life. Thirty seconds saved your life-- and we are glad that you are here among us, V.
  4. John 3 17

    John 3 17 Well-Known Member

    UMBS Go Blue:
    Wow. I had no idea you were there that day; I've seen your username for years and had no idea. Thank you for sharing such a well-written, thoughtful post. *Chills*



    God Bless America.

  5. floskate

    floskate Vacant

    I was working on the Cunard liner QE2 at the time and we were one day into our journey from Southampton to New York. Just a week earlier I had been in New York and had visited the World Trade Center (I'd been to NY many times but had never gotten around to making that trip so on a whim, a friend and I decided to go there.)

    Anyway I was in my cabin and doing that nights set list for the ballroom - I was lead vocalist with the QE2 orchestra - and had the news on when all of a sudden this horror started unfolding infront of me. I watched until the second plane went in then quickly dressed and went upstairs to the public rooms where everyone was just gathered around TV screens and watching in abject terror. No one really moved the whole day; the ships activities ground to a halt as passenegrrs and crew watched events unfold.

    Most of the passengers were Americans and many had friends or relatives who worked in the trade center and their screams and cries when the towers collapsed is something that still haunts me and is the first thing I remember when anyone mentions 9/11. To compound their agony, we were in the middle of the atlantic so it's not as if you could just hit the phones and try and contact someone. Many had no contact at all either by the ships satellite or email until we made it to the US. :( Also back then you lost all TV signals after a time and we spent the following 2 days with no TV at all. It was so hard on those passengers who feared for friends and loved ones and the whole voyage seemed to take forever.

    There was a lot of debate about whether or not to turn back and head for Southampton, but with planes grounded there seemed little chance of the American passengers making it home that way. Also under discussion were terrorist threats to the QE2 and those of us onboard. This was the world's most famous ocean liner at the time. We were trailed by submarines for the rest of our voyage and diverted to Boston.

    A bomb scare in Boston harbour meant we were held at sea for a further 6 hours but eventually were given the go ahead to sail in. Almost everyone was on deck and we were greeted by literally thousands of people lining the quayside waving stars and stripes as well as a few union jacks, applauding as we docked. It was one of the most moving scenes I have ever witnessed and one I shall never forget.

    RIP to all those who lost their lives 10 years ago. :(
  6. vesperholly

    vesperholly Well-Known Member

    UMBS, I never knew you were so close. Harrowing read, thanks for sharing.

    My experience is, I suppose, notable for not being much of an experience at all. I was a senior in college. My 9:15 am Infographics class had been canceled, so like the good college student I was, I slept in. My sister called me around noon and woke me up, and told me everything that happened. The first thought I had was, "We're at war!" Turned on the TV and my computer, and watched the news for about 10 hours straight, thinking that it looked like a movie, not real life. It was so surreal that all I wanted to do was watch everything to understand the reality.

    I was a journalism major and worked at the school newspaper, and there was a big fight between the editors and advisers about going to NYC - we were only about a 7 hour drive away, and the students wanted to go and report. Eventually the advisers allowed a few editors and a photographer to go to NYC a week later.

    At the time, I also remember feeling a very big shift in "the mood of the world". We went from the very heady 90s, a promising and bright future, to this horror. It almost felt like an alternate universe that wasn't supposed to happen. Suddenly everyone was scared, threats were extremely real, it was a jolt to the system.
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  7. paskatefan

    paskatefan Well-Known Member

    Very sobering stories. Thank you all for sharing them.

    I have a cousin who had just begun a new job near the WTC on 9/10. Her building was evacuated due to the smoke & falling debris. She & her coworkers were taken to a hospital for evaluation. She came home to Southern NJ for a few days, and returned to her apartment after a few weeks, due to all the smoke, etc.

    I was in school covering the homeroom period for a 4th grade class. The phone rang shortly after 8:46. Another teacher told me the news that she had just heard. I was shocked, but had to keep a brave face in front of the kids. Later that morning there was early dismissal as teachers and students scrambled to call home to let their parents know that something awful had happened in our country. When I got home, the first person I called was the my cousin's mother, who was frantically waiting to hear from her daughter. They finally made phone contact later in the day.

    RIP to all the victims of that day. My thoughts and prayers are with all the families who suffered such irreplaceable losses that day. May they have the strength to continue to carry on.
  8. MikiAndoFan#1

    MikiAndoFan#1 Well-Known Member

    Thank you for sharing your stories, UMBS Go Blue and floskate.

    I was living in Providence, Rhode Island, ten years ago. I was in school during the attacks. Although I wasn't anywhere near New York, I remember being really scared.

    RIP to all the victims of the attacks and my heart is with all those who lost a family member or a friend.
  9. John 3 17

    John 3 17 Well-Known Member

    I'm in the Central time zone (an hour behind NY) so I was asleep in bed. My mom was awake before me and started yelling and crying. That's how I woke up that morning. I yelled "What's the matter?" and she answered "America's been attacked!" I turned the tv on in my room, thinking, "I'll see what it is and go back to bed." I quickly saw that three planes had been flown into the WTC and the Pentagon by terrorists. Then, I learned that news of a fourth plane (what would turn out to be Flight 93, of course) was "missing" and that's when I started crying realizing that this may not be over yet.

    We live near Chicago and my dad worked at O'Hare back then. My mom and I didn't want him to go to work, but he insisted. I was so worried that Chicago might be a target and worried about my dad insisting on going to the airport. My older sister came to our house and stayed all day while we watched the news non-stop and tried to explain what had happened to my two nephews (they were 9 and 5 at the time). Prayed all day, too. Watched President Bush give his address from the WH because he wanted to show the country that he was not afraid to be in the capital & his famous bullhorn speech, "they'll hear from all of us soon". I remember the congressmen and senators all gathering on the Capitol steps to sing "God Bless America" together. It was beautiful.

    I remember the silence of no airplanes overhead for weeks while all flights were grounded. Eery. I remember being happy and nervous when they were heard flying again.

    A few weeks later, we heard a sonic boom caused by fighter jets escorting a plane that had an "unruly" passenger onboard.

    Eventually the story of the heroes of Flight 93 came to be known. Their heroism was one bright spot in those dark, dark days. I am still in awe of them when I hear their story all this time later.

    Here's one of the songs that always plays in my head on the anniversaries:

    Alan Jackson's "Where Were You When the World Stopped Turning"

  10. allezfred

    allezfred Master/Mistress of Sneer Staff Member

    Irish TV has just started their broadcast of the memorial ceremony.
  11. Angelskates

    Angelskates Well-Known Member

    I'm getting the WTC Memorial live her, as well as a review on the Dicsovery Channel and an investigative review (which I find inappropriate today) on National Geographic, who will also interview George W. Bush next.

    Such a tragedy. There really are no words.
  12. allezfred

    allezfred Master/Mistress of Sneer Staff Member

    Hearing "The Minstrel Boy" being played as the second piece of music really brings it home the involvement of Americans of Irish descent in the rescue efforts on the day. :(
  13. Angelskates

    Angelskates Well-Known Member

    Hearing the names read out is so heart breaking.

    One of my friends went to the memorial in Sydney. :( This was really felt so world wide - almost 400 foreigners killed, more than 50 nationalities, including 10 Australians.

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  14. allezfred

    allezfred Master/Mistress of Sneer Staff Member

    We're getting pictures from the commemoration ceremony in Dublin. President McAleese making a wonderful speech. May love triumph indeed.
  15. michaelfsfan

    michaelfsfan Princess Glee (TM)

    The Brooklyn Youth Chorus' rendition of "The Star Spangled Banner" brought tears to my eyes - such beauty and purity amidst the destruction and tragedy at Ground Zero ... :fragile:
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  16. kittyjake5

    kittyjake5 Well-Known Member

    I had just arrived at work in Boston and one of my co-workers wife called saying there was a crash at the towers in NY at that time she thought it was an airplane accident, then the Pentagon crash and at that moment in time no one had to tell me that we were under attack. I take the subway to work and the first thought in my mind was to get out of Boston and call my mother. I called my mother to tell her to put the television on (she never watches) she said it was on and she knew about the attacks because my cousin from Italy called to see if she was all right.

    I got home turned on the TV and watched and cried as the disaster and destruction unfolded before me. I and many other Americans walked around shell shocked for weeks as the dirty details of the attack became known.

    RIP to all that lost their lives that day and to all of the people who worked tirelessly to search for survivors and in doing so lost their own lives.
  17. Angelskates

    Angelskates Well-Known Member

    What a beautiful idea, having the names inscribed so the families can put a piece of paper and rub over it to take home as a memorial.
  18. skatefan

    skatefan home in England

    Today, as every September 11th, my American flag is flying.

    I will never forget the horrors of September 11th and ten years on, the feelings I had watching live television that day seem so easily refreshed whenever I see an image of the WTC.

    To all those innocents who died as a result of these acts of cold blooded utter wickedness, may you rest in peace.
  19. Angelskates

    Angelskates Well-Known Member

    The National Geographic special, '9/11 A Day to Remember: The American Dream' is interviewing some of the foreigners or foreigner's families, so hard to watch. Some saw their kids die and were a miles away, in another country. :( I just can't imagine it.
  20. Bostonfan

    Bostonfan Well-Known Member

    I was working for the same company as I do now, but in a position that required travel. I had to travel to our many locations across the U.S. to teach strategic planning strategies to our various operations. That week, I traveled to L.A. on American Flight 11 from Boston to L.A. on Monday 9/10/01. One day made the difference.

    I'll never forget the panic I felt trying to call my parents. Because of the time difference, by the time I woke up and turned on the TV, they had confirmed and were reporting that it was an American flight out of Boston heading for L.A. I was not diligent about telling anyone in my family about my travel itinerary because I did so much traveling that year. But I do remember telling my mom that previous weekend that I was going to be flying to L.A. that week. All I could think of was how freaked out she must have been when they reported the plane was one that left Logan bound for L.A. I couldn't get through on my cell phone. It was many hours before I was able to get through, but by that time she had managed to call someone at my office in Natick, MA, who told her that I flew out on Monday.

    For two straight days, I felt like I never stopped watching TV. I know I must have slept at some point, but I left the TV on. I do remember that around Thursday night I had hit my limit and had to force myself to turn off the TV and go outside and just get away from any radios or TVs.

    When I had to think about going home, the thought of flying paralyzed me. I finally decided I would drive home. This was before GPS was common in cars, and I was never much for map reading. Fortunately one of my colleagues that had flown in from Akron, Ohio on Monday 9/10/01 felt the same way and we agreed to drive together. I ended up finding two other people who needed to get back East too that joined us for the road trip. I never imagined driving cross-country, and I wish it could have been a difference experience. All I wanted to do was get home. So we pretty much only stopped for gas and to shower. Most hotels, once we told them what happened, were happy to let us in their hotel rooms for a few hours to shower and rest. They never charged us a dime.

    I had to tell my boss I could no longer serve in my current position. I was just traumatized by the thought of getting on a plane. He was very understanding and moved me into a H.R. position that didn't require plane travel. It was at least 4 years before I got up the courage to fly again. And I only do so now very infrequently.

    For me, when I think about 9/11, my mind first goes to the passengers on all the flights that were hijacked that morning. I can't help but think about how scared they must have been. It's hard not to imagine myself in their place. I've never seen the movie Flight 93. I just can't do it.
  21. Susan1

    Susan1 Well-Known Member

    I really have no personal connection to share, being so far away in Ohio and fortunately not knowing anyone in New York, but that comment reminded me that that day after all the planes had been grounded (with the t.v. on all day and the windows open), later in the day I heard what was definitely a plane. I ran outside to look (not like they were going to crash into a middle class neighborhood or something). Way, way, way up, I saw and heard a big white plane going very, very fast. (A person driving down my street right then actually stopped the car and got out and looked.) We didn't know what to think. Later, a friend, who had been sent home earlier from Wright Patterson AFB, said that it was a decoy for the President's plane flying back from whatever bunker he was in on the way back to DC. Cool, huh?

    Plus all day and into the night, Air Force helicopters flew a continuous path all around the Dayton area. I'd be on the phone with my mom 10 minutes away and hear the helicopter and then a couple minutes later she would hear it overhead. Comforting and scary at the same time.
  22. allezfred

    allezfred Master/Mistress of Sneer Staff Member

    This is one of the stories that has stayed with me since 2001. Such a series of tragic coincidences. :(
  23. sk8pics

    sk8pics Well-Known Member

    UMBS Go Blue, your post made me cry. I am glad you are still with us.

    I am from Brooklyn and you could see the NYC skyline from where I grew up. I haven't lived there for many years, but my aunt (the same one who's in the hospital now) lives there and I remember she went down to the water and watched that morning. I was home from work that day sick with some sort of bug. I hadn't had much sleep the night before and I'd gotten up and turned on the TV and was dozing on the couch. I woke up to scenes on TV of the towers burning and I couldn't figure out what was going on. I thought it must be a movie. I don't know how long it took before my brain could process what was going on. I felt so sick at the time that it didn't really sink in.

    A cousin of mine lived on the upper west side and she was okay. I remember the relief when we found that out.

    And flight 93.... I cannot imagine being in that situation, knowing I was going to die.... and having the courage to fight back the way those heroes did.

    I have not watched any of the ceremonies... too hard.
  24. FigureSpins

    FigureSpins Well-Known Member

    I had changed jobs a year before my then-employer decided to move to the Towers from Midtown, purely because of the commute. I probably would have stayed with them if I'd known they were going to relocate since I could get to the WTC in less than an hour, as opposed to the 2-hour commute to midtown.

    On 9/11, there was an early-morning manager's meeting. Dozens of my colleagues were killed instantly by the first plane, although I didn't find out for a few weeks. I was on the company's memorial website last night and it struck me that everyone that died were people who just got up and went to work that day - secretaries, stockbrokers, IT crews.

    On 9/11, my then-11 yo daughter was at school and I was home with my toddlers. I went to turn the news off when DH stopped me, saying "I think they said a plane just hit the WTC." Went downstairs and turned on the TV to see footage of the first tower. As I was watching, I saw an explosion erupt from the second tower, and seconds later, I heard the boom in real life. The crash was so loud, I heard it 10 miles away at my house. We called the school, which was even closer, and they told us to wait before trying to pick up because the roads needed to stay open for emergency vehicles. The view from the school an short time later was horrifying - you could clearly see both towers afire, the plumes of acrid smoke that permeated everything for weeks.

    My brother worked very close to the WTC. That morning, he looked out his office window to see papers flying and wondered what the ticker-tape parade was for today. What he was seeing were documents and memos that had literally been blown apart by the planes hitting offices. He locked down the servers and hoofed it to the SI Ferry terminal, managing to get on the last ferry out of Manhattan before the first collapse. I had goosebumps as he told the story of the dustcloud chasing the ferry across the harbor.

    People walked for miles and miles because mass transit wasn't running. Bridges and tunnels were closed, so you couldn't go anywhere by car, pedestrians were hurried across in small groups, for fear of another plane. (My niece was stranded, but safe, in NJ and couldn't get back home because of closures for several days.) Stores and gas stations were closed.

    Yet, there are things that people did for which we are eternally grateful.

    There are a lot of ways out of NYC and a lot of brave people. The ferries carried many people to safety and brought in rescue crews and equipment to Manhattan. People used their own cars to shuttle pedestrians to their next crossing on their long walk home.

    Emergency shelters and strangers cared for those displaced and stranded. People opened their doors to travelers and took them in until they could find their way home. They gave them clothing, food and shelter.

    First-responders, many volunteers, came with equipment and manpower to not only "work the heap," but to fill our firehouses and police stations, keeping the rest of NYC safe from other dangers. It was odd to see yellow fire engines in the spot where our traditional red ones belonged.

    Timing is everything: many people had taken the morning or day off for various reasons, including taking their kids to school, stopping to talk to a friend, and last-minute changes of plans. Some people just missed their plane/bus/train/ferry and were running late; others had changed flight reservations for one reason or another. The toll would have been much higher had the first plane hit an hour or two later.

    NY'ers are brave, with excellent "street smarts." A church friend's office was evacuated from the second tower because of the first plane strike on the other building. His manager wanted everyone to go back inside to work since that fire wouldn't affect them, in his opinion. My friend refused and argued with the guy. As the cops stepped in to prevent the pending fistfight, the second plane struck. Had they been in the building... I know of ten other stories, where people just thought on their feet and got themselves, and others, out of harms' way.

    NYC and the Port Authority had prepared emergency plans, so while their illustrious "bunker" was useless under Building 7, they were able to scramble and get things under control elsewhere.
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  25. Fergus

    Fergus Well-Known Member

    One thing that I will always remember about September 11, 2001, was that the weather was just stunningly beautiful that morning. It was a clear, perfectly blue sky, just a few fluffy white clouds, no humidity, a light refreshing breeze, just absolutely gorgeous.....and then the city descended into hell........

    The camaraderie displayed by 8 million strangers on that day and the days that followed was truly extraordinary. I also will always be grateful for the outpouring of compassion from across the globe.
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  26. FigureSpins

    FigureSpins Well-Known Member

    It was a beautiful morning and it was eerie that afternoon, thinking about the horrors across the harbor and seeing that blue sky.
  27. allezfred

    allezfred Master/Mistress of Sneer Staff Member

    How wide is Governor Christie? :eek:
  28. MikiAndoFan#1

    MikiAndoFan#1 Well-Known Member

    So sad. :wuzrobbed
  29. topaz

    topaz Well-Known Member

    God Bless the families and those who lost friends and loved one on this day. 10:28am EST, the North Tower collapsed. :(
  30. milanessa

    milanessa engaged to dupa

    About the width of Teaneck. ;)