posted on Feb, 28 2005 @ 08:33 PM
I was sound asleep in Phoenix. My cell phone rang and my husband answered. Very few people have our cell phone number and it was quite early, so I
immediately thought something "bad" had happened to someone in our family.
My best friend, from Texas, was on the phone and I could hear her screaming, from across the room......."The WTC has been hit and the Pentagon has
been hit...This is IT!"
My husband turned on the tv and we saw the replays. We were very confused because we couldn't tell what was happeniing real time and what was video.
I was scared to death. My brother was scheduled to be in NYC that morning and would, most likely, be at the WTC. I tried to call his cell, but, of
course, calling was impossible. Thankfully, about 4 that afternoon, I found out he'd taken an early flight and wasn't in NYC. But, it was a rough
few hours personally.
I decided that the only thing I could do was to go to church and pray. I live only a few blocks from my church and walked to church. I remember seeing
people driving erratically and looking numb.
When I walked into the church, there were workmen, but no one else. They obviously hadn't heard the news and I debated whether I should tell them.
Just as I was having this internal debate, their cell phone rang and the head priest gave them the news.
When I returned home, my husband was screaming for me to come into the bedroom and watch tv...that the towers were crashing. I stared in total, utter
I was 13 years old when JFK died. That event marked my young psyche. Sept. 11 marked my middle aged psyche.
[edit on 28-2-2005 by joey]