I was getting ready to go to San Francisco for a meeting with a prospective client when my husband came running into the room and told me to put the TV on because someone was attacking New York.I did and watched in horror as the 2 nd plane hit. My boss called up and told me not to leave the home. We watched in horror with the realization that the world would never be the same again.The company I worked for had a couple of employees in the towers.By evening we heard that they had made it … alas, there were so many others who did not.The phone kept ringing as everyone called friends and colleagues to check, talk and commiserate.Everyone was numb with grief and shock and I remember being glued to the TV.Trying to explain what happened to an 8 year old that evening was almost impossible …

I was in India and was getting ready to drive my dad to the airport when I got a text message from a friend asking me to turn on the TV. Every single national channel had a US feed and I sat there watching things unfold.

Mentally I was thinking it is too early in the morning, people do not show up to work until 10 (which is what happens in India). I came back an hour later to find out that I was wrong.

I remember my mom crying, me sending an email to all my friends here and the rest was a daze.

Runa,
If grown folks were so devastated I can’t imagine what a 8 yr old would have gone through.

Karthik,
One thing I forgot to mention was not being able to get in touch with anyone in India. Even though Tallahassee is hundreds of miles from NYC my folks in India were concerned because we could not go through for the longest time (3-4 days at least).

I was a frosh in HS…i live 10 min away from manhattan in jersey…at first i thought it was some idiot with a small plane…since a helicopter had crashed into the empire state building a few years back…as the day went on my school started makin announcements for kids whose parents had come to pick them up….most of our parents worked in NYC…including both of my parents…it was pretty frightening..most of my history class gathered on the roof of my school and watched the smoke and dust….my parents had to walk over the GW bridge and were turned around cuz of a bomb threat…they somehow had managed to get to jersey city and came home the next day…they worked on the avenue of the america’s….not far from WTC…i had a good amount of friends who lost a parent that day….it was surreal….

a few days later when civilians were allowed to go aid..my family went with water bottles and coffee for the firefighters and officers…looking at what had happened…honestly it was hard to believe that this was the place where me n my family visited every year on christmas….i found a paper weight in the rubblei kept with me…just something to remember….

Hetal,
Wow! Thanks for sharing your story.

On September 11, 2001, I was in a weekly morning prayer service on my knees. I had a vision that I shared with the persons that were there. I did not know what event the vision meant/referred to at that time, but I knew I have been in the presence of GOD. I know GOD was giving me a revelation, which I was abound in. I did not know how or who to tell the vision to; outside the people that were at the church that morning. None of us knew what was happening outside our area in USA. I do believe as we were having prayer service the attack was beginning.

So you had a vision?? Interesting. Are you sure it was not the spicy chipotle taco from the previous night? I have strange “visions” after eating too much spicy food.