My brother was stranded half-way across the country. He ended up sharing a rattle-trap rental car limping back home.
That first night I was outside smoking a cigarette and wondering at the thought of how things were going to be different. I saw a plane in the sky but I knew it wasn’t a civilian craft. Things got real weird real quick after September 11.
It was our son’s first day of preschool. What a way to start! We tried to shield him as much as possible and thought we had done pretty well until he had a panic attack when he stayed with his aunt. He was going to bed upstairs and saw her CO detector in the hallway was reading 0 and flipped out. We finally figured out he was deathly afraid of the number 0. Strange how kids’ minds work.
@ybmuG Yes it is strange the conclusions they draw from events, not all of them predictable.
My kid immediately was afraid that soldiers would come to our house and take us away (she was born in a Cambodian refugee camp and witnessed all sorts of things people, let alone kids, should never witness). She was only reassured when I told her it would take them 3 or 4 days to drive to where we were which would give us plenty of time to run away before they got here. Fortunately she didn’t think of anyone flying here despite that planes were involved.
The family farm is about 10ish miles as a crow flies where the plane went down in PA. For the longest time the resolution on google maps was at a level you could see, at the farm (We presumed they were looking for plane parts) individual rocks around the campfire on top of the hill. For the longest time there was just tape up and a sign on that farmer’s land. I haven’t been back to look since they finally built a memorial there. We kept from my daughter how close to the farm that took place. I also know someone whose pentagon office was one of the ones under renovation and was taken out by the plane. She was across the street in another building. That freaked her out enough she decided to leave her job.
Terrible day for those people, their families, the nation…
Several of my accounts were located in the towers, although I did not know anyone personally.
I recall receiving an email from one of the exec’s recounting his experience. Dealing with a flood of emotions, trying to figure out what happened and where he should go to find safety, it was a jarring testimony.
After the fact I was called on to handle the collection and relocation of one individuals belongings from his apt in NYC back overseas to his mom and dad. It was really sad, and they are always my first thought on 9/11.