Tuesday 9-11 Six Years Later

I was in bed with my then 3 week old son on my chest. I had just fallen back to sleep (he kept me up a lot that night for some reason) and my husband called and said I needed to turn on the tv, that our country was at war.My first thought was, "how can I raise my son in this world?" Then I started praying, and crying. Then I called my Dad and asked him how I can keep ds safe. I went to a friend's house, where we were all clued to the tv and we all passed my son around. We took comfort in his innocence. We took joy in him, and yet, we were all crying. I can't get that Alan Jackson song out of my head now. Where were you when the world stopped turning...

I had just gotten out of bed and was making coffee. I was a junior in college. My best friend, with whom I was not rooming at the time, called and told me to turn on the TV. We then went back and forth from watching news coverage (broadcasting major) and sitting outside. I had calls from several friends who were studying abroad. And we didn't hear from my aunt until that evening.

We were living in Hawaii at the time, so we were asleep, but my sister called us from Texas and woke us up. It was about 4:00 in the morning when she called, I could not sleep after that. Like most of America we were glued to our Tv in complete and utter shock, watching those planes:airplane: crashing,.... tears just flowed all day long ...tears continue to flow especially now as I remember the nightmare our country endured on that day.

At home, trying to kick a migraine so I could go into work. When I finally did, all I could manage to do was listen to NPR and worry about where my dad (airline staff) was, and whether anything had happened to my cousin's family, who live very close to the Pentagon. I couldn't think of anything else to do, so I went to mass at noon---the cathedral was packed. They'd brought in the choir, and everyone sobbed through "O God Our Help in Ages Past"

I was sitting out in front of the place I used to work at having a coffee break with a co-worker and a salesman pulled up and said a plane had just crashed into the world trade center and I was like what?! that guy must be full of it but for some reason I decided to go over to my car and turn on the radio and sure enough they where talking about it. I had to get back to work so I went in and a little bit later I heard another plane had crashed into the other tower and I thought man this can not be good. It was probably 11 by the time I got word about the pentagon and my thoughts where oh man we are at war with some one. It was a heck of a day as I couldnt really get to any media outlets untill 3 in the afternoon. I have to say listening to all these new bin laden tapes is not very comforting.

I had just come home from a vacation with my bestfriend guy who I love. At the time we lived in the same building. We went to bed late that night, but he called me at 6:45 am and told me to come downstairs that the World Trade Center has blown up. I was like...."now way" I went downstairs wearing my robe and watched the second plane hit the building. My first thought was...there are people in that plane and I cried. I called work and found out that they had closed the building as we were in a very targetable tower in LA and were an entertainment company...so they thought we would be threatened (whatever Hollywood). I sat wearing my robe in my best friends apartment and we cried all day. That day wasn't just about what happened to America but more about what happened to innocent people.We thought a friend of ours had died, but she turned up two weeks later, totally in shock as she exited the subway 10 minutes late for work, to watch the buildings fall. That same day I found out that a friend of a friend was not supposed to be in the building and was and died.....my friend has never recovered from her death.