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#1337 | Tuesday, May 28th 2002
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It was my second day of school and I didn't have class until 1:00pm so I planned on sleeping in. My phone rang at 9:00. I have caller ID and it said out of area. I wasn't going to answer it but something told me to. I answered it and it was my dad. My dad works in World Trade Center four on the top floor. I'll never forget how calm he was. He said, "Allison, listen to me carefully, a plane has hit the WTC." I was like what? This is unreal. He instructed me to turn on my TV and call my mom at work to tell her he was ok. I told him that I loved him and to come home. I called my mother and put on the TV. I could not believe what I was seeing. A couple of minutes after that I watched the second plane hit the second tower. I hung up with my mother and started calling my father frantically. Knowing my father as well as I do I knew he would stay, I beeped him 10 times with Daddy please come home and I love you. This was my only contact that I had with him. I was all by myself just crying hoping that I would hear from him. After both of the towers had collapsed I thought for sure that my father had been a victim. Then the phone rang, it was my father. He had gotten on the ferry boat and was safe. He said to me that if it wasn't for me beeping him he would have stayed and tried to help everyone but he knew I needed him. I am soo thankful. I pray every night for everyone that was not as lucky as I was.
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Allison | 19 | New Jersey
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#1300 | Monday, May 20th 2002
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I remember walking into highschool thinking.."My best friend got the first parking space! She's lucky!" 2nd period rolled around, I was sitting next to my enemy. I remember a home-ec teacher walking into my classroom looking upset, and while the students were quietly working, she pulled my teacher into an office and they spoke for a few minutes. My teacher came back into the classroom looking sad also, and I knew something had happened. I thought maybe something happened to another teacher, or a student or something like that. That idea of mine was later backed up when the principal came on the loudspeaker to the whole school and told us that when the bell was to ring in 3 minutes, to stay in our classrooms, not to go to 3rd period. That's when I KNEW something was wrong. Someone must have gotten hurt or something. About 10 minutes later the principal came back on the loudspeaker, and I will forever remember the words she said to all 1000 students..."I have just been informed by the school district publicist that also works for the newspaper, that two airplanes have crashed into the World Trade Center." just typing that gives me the chills and brings tears to my eyes. Especially living only 15 minutes away from New York City, I immediately thought of every students families. Then I thought of my own. My dad frequently went into NYC for business. I called my mom, she said he was okay, but that the Pentagon had also been attacked. People were being picked up at school by parents and other family members, just if they wanted to go home. In English class my teacher took us to the upper library along with 30 other teachers. There were hundreds of us in there, not moving our heads from the small tv. I waited until 11:30, and decided that I couldn't be in school anymore. I just needed to be home with my mom and actually watch tv. I didn't go to school the next day, and I still can't believe that something like this could have ever happened. I was only 17 years old, and I doubt I can ever feel a pain and sadness like that in my entire life again. Every single person I know had lost someone they know in the World Trade Center, it's still too much to take in.
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Paige | 18 | New Jersey
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#1292 | Saturday, May 18th 2002
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Greetings --
I was in my apt, just sitting down to write a paper for graduate school. I spent 15 years living in Manhattan and ran a business about half a mile from the site. Now, my bedroom window is three miles as the crow flies from where the buildings ued to be. Wrote all my friends in NYC, before the phones went down. No one I know was there, even those who were supposed to be -- incredible. The noise outside was deafening -- helicopters, Air Force, sirens, etc. I could not leave to help, all the roads were closed. I live just west of Manhattan, hence no smoke. But the energy that poured in my bedroom window was big and loud and heavy. On Thursday night, there was a thunderstorm. It felt like some big arm of thunder creeped west to east and cracked right over ground zero. Stayed there and thundered, and then the rain fell. No more energy came in my window after that night.
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Christina | 47 | New Jersey
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#1245 | Thursday, May 2nd 2002
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I was at work in Nutley, NJ when I heard of the attacks. My husband worked in tower 2 on the 78th floor. He called me and told me that a plane had hit tower 1 but not to worry because it wasn’t his tower and they were fine. He had always said the buildings were a giant target but I never took him seriously. My girlfriend Debbie called me to tell me about the second plane. I had just told the 20 people who called after the first plane that he was ok and now that had all changed. I hung up with her and called my mom to see if she could tell what floor the plane had hit, if it hit high enough he could escape and would be safe, unfortunately there was no information available on the internet so I began to frantically call his cell phone, and pager. I did call the company but no one answered the phone for obvious reasons. In retrospect I have no idea why I would call there; I guess I just figured that it wouldn’t be true if someone picked up. The second plane actually hit his floor. Forty five minutes later I got a call from my husband that he was ok and out of the building. He had left after the first plane hit, all the papers in the air told him that something was wrong and he needed to leave immediately. I don’t know who was watching him but they made sure that he came home. The first time I saw the devastation was driving home from work that day. I live only 5 miles from NYC and have an almost constant view of the skyline. As I came over the Passaic River Bridge on RT 3 East the Empire State Building is directly in front of you and the Trade Center was to the right. You always knew where midtown was and downtown, they were like beacons, as I looked to the right I saw the buildings on fire. I knew they were on fire but the vision of the smoke pouring out of them was too much to bear. I broke down on the highway crying hysterically; thank god a truck driver saw me and waved me over to my exit safely. Without him I don’t think that I would have even made it home. I live on a cliff all day there was a parade of people going to look at the spectacle. I didn’t go until that night, I thought if I didn’t go maybe they would be wrong on the news. My husband got home at 2:30 in the afternoon. I thank god everyday that he left when he did. The other four people that he was at work with that morning didn’t make it out alive. We should never forget what happened on September 11th. It is easy to say just move on, but the pain and fear never end.
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Cynthia | 34 | New Jersey
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#1209 | Thursday, April 25th 2002
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I was in high school, working with computers. I was helping the Nurse setup her email while she got a few calls from a friend in New York. When I went back to the computer office I told my teacher and my friends what had happened. From there it spread to other teachers and deans in the halls. Soon TV's were setup in the A/V Center, eventually the principal was informed. That is where I was on...
September !! 2oo1
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Will | 18 | New Jersey
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