I've heard so many people's stories, but I realized that the question had not been asked here, and I would love to hear your stories.
I had been in Canada just over two years, and that Tuesday was my day off. I'd stayed up late reading and having a few beers, and went to bed around 4pm. My ex-husband woke me up and said that a plane had hit the WTC. Still groggy, I said," Oh that's terrible," and he said, "No Terry, it was two planes." I sat up in bed and said," Was it on purpose?" and he nodded yes.
I immediately ran downstairs to the phone and started trying to call my Aunt Deane as I watched the second tower fall. Every time I tried to call her or my daughter or son, I'd finish dialing and there would be a click and then total silence. The irritating busy signal you get when all the lines are busy would have been better than that deafening silence.
We had been taught in school what to do if there was an attack in the area we lived in in WV. We were high on the list of possible terror attacks because the plants surrounding us make chemicals for the government. I was terrified that they would be next.
I've never wanted to be home as badly as I did that day and the days that followed it.
I did finally get through and spent all day on the phone with my loved ones. Ran up an $800 phone bill in the process. Couldn't have cared less.
I didn't go to bed that night until almost 5am - it felt like I needed to watch, and that the least I could do was to pray for every face I saw on the missing posters that were everywhere, as well as for their loved ones. When I did finally fall asleep, it was all I dreamed about.
When I went back to work there were three younger girls who worked there, one from Iran and two from Iraq. When I walked in they all started cheering about the attack.
Luckily, they were the only people who acted like that, everyone else could not have been more kind.
My former MIL helped me make red, white and blue ribbon pins and we gave away hundreds. It seemed that everyone we passed would ask where we got it, and we'd give them one from the stash we had in our purses.
Where was everyone else and how did you learn of it?