I was in the kitchen. The TV was on. I watched the second plane hit. I remember watching a recap of the 1st plane hitting the tower. I thought it was pilot error or mechanical failure. Then I called my husband at work. It was surreal. I picked my son up at school to take him to his orthodontist app. I was bombarded with Q's by staff. Saddest day ever.

I was at work.  A co-worker said, "a plane just flew into the World Trade Center."  At that point, we all thought it was an accident.  Not too long after that, he said something about a second plane.  We had to go to a meeting and were all feeling numb.  As we were entering the board room for the meeting a woman said, "the World Trade Center tower collapsed."  We were all in shock and couldn't even process the information.  I wish I would have gone home at that point, but we felt a duty to stay at work--although I don't think much work got done.  My life changed forever that day.  Later, at home with my husband and son, we sat on the couch, numb and quiet, watching that tower fall--over and over. And life was that way for about a week.  I know there is controversy about showing the events of that day, but I really think they should be shown on the anniversary so those who were too young to have lived through it can understand what happened.  I compare it to seeing film of Holocaust survivors--we have to see that and burn it into our memories so that it won't--can't--happen again.

"We were trying to find a place to give blood but there was no need for the blood at the end of the day. That was a dose of reality."

I live just under 2 hours from the city and the hospitals here had been put on alert, preparing for all the survivors.  Sadly, there was absolutely no need for that.

Spunky wrote:

When I see this picture, it makes me think...those bastards. How do you do something like that to people?