Where I Was

Posted By Ethan Cross on Sep 11, 2015 | 1 comment

Like most of you, I’ll never forget where I was on September 11th, 2001.

I was looking for a job at that time, and I had made an appointment with this job placement agency. So on the way there, I heard the radio DJs joking about a plane hitting a building. They assumed at first that it was some idiot in a small Cessna who was high on who knows what and bounced off a skyscraper.

But it wasn’t long before they realized, along with the rest of the world, that this was deadly serious. We had been attacked, and the world for many of us would never be the same.

I was filling out paperwork at the company’s office when I randomly looked up at a small TV in the corner of the waiting area. And at that moment, the second plane hit the South Tower.

My heart dropped, and I knew that this would be a day none of us would ever forget. It felt like the whole world had gone upside down.

After that, I went to pick up my wife and had some time, so I stopped in at a mall to get an Auntie Anne’s pretzel. As I’m coming in, I see a bunch of people huddle around the front of this electronics store with TVs in its front window. I huddle in with them to see that a plane had just crashed into the Pentagon.

Up until then, I was shocked and appalled by what had happened and my heart went out to all of the victims and their families, but when the airplane crashed into the Pentagon, that’s the moment when it really hit home. In that moment, I realized that someone had truly declared war on us. That we were under true attack. And I was afraid for what was to come.

It’s your turn. Share your story in the comments below, and I look forward to reading about your feelings and experiences.

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  1. I was working outside in a small town near where I live and a coworker called me, telling me to turn on my radio, a small plane had hit a building in NY. I turned on my radio only to hear a different story. I immediately returned to my office and turned on a TV. I sat transfixed for hours, witnessing the horror. When I finally went home my wife and I watched for hours almost not believing something like this could happen in America. It will all be burned into my memory until the day I die.

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