lbgraves said:I am watching the Today Show coverage and remembering that day. I took DS to 2 yr PS at 9 am then DD to her 1 year check up. On the way there I heard about a small plane hitting the tower. With images of a crop duster type plane bouncing off the building & falling to the street below I said a prayer for anyone it woud have hit on the ground. While in the room waiting for the doctor, I heard the nurses talking about a terroist attack. On the way home they announced smoke coming from the pentagon. I turned on the TV & was stunned to see both towers burning. I sat on the couch clutching DD until 11:45 when I had to pick up DS. I went right back to the couch watching TV until DS asked why someone was knocking down all the buildings. DH was at his parent's. His mom had her first tumor removed on 9/10, or he would have been out of town at meetings and I would have been even more upset worrying about him flying home.
I guess this is our generation's "where were you" event. Before this, I thought that was when the first shuttle exploded. I was a freshman in college on my way to class and heard about it from a friend on the sidewalk.
I will always remember that awful day also. I flew to St Louis on Sept 10. I was there for work. I have never felt so alone, so unprepared, so not knowing what to do. I was not able to get back home until Sunday. The feeling is still with me today when I think about those days that followed. Since that day, DrHug and I have not traveled further than we could drive if needed without each other. I got my priorities straight Sept. 11, 2001.