On the morning of September 11, 2001, I was sitting in my living room watching TV. My parents were in the kitchen making coffee and going through their daily routine before heading off to work. At age 3 I was oblivious to the images my eyes were seeing. I was yelling “fire” as loud as I could. My parents rushed into the room and stared with horror in their eyes. For a second everything stood still. My parents holding each other with a look of fear you hope to never see again in your life. Our home quickly filled with people calling to make sure everyone of my dad’s co-workers was alright. Unfortunately some of these calls were never answered.
My parent’s friends and family stayed well into the night. I sat motionless on the carpet trying to understand exactly what happened. How could two towering buildings just be gone? How could planes that I was so familiar playing with just run into a building like that? For as young as I was I would soon come to find out many others that were far more older than myself would ask as well. I heard a cry from the kitchen as one my dad’s coworkers received the devastating news that her sister had been killed on the plane that crashed in Pennsylvania. The room fell into a deathly silence. My memory may not serve me well on all that happened that day but I will never forget that moment. The moment that …show more content…
I started learning more and more about the details of that day and have visited both the pentagon and ground zero memorials. In my own town, home to American Airlines, we have erected a memorial for all the flight attendants and pilots from the DFW area who died. While I have been lucky in my lack of my direct association to a victim I still catch myself sometimes in immense sorrow for the events of that day. A feeling, I think, all of us have every year when we are reminded of the tragic events that took
My parent’s friends and family stayed well into the night. I sat motionless on the carpet trying to understand exactly what happened. How could two towering buildings just be gone? How could planes that I was so familiar playing with just run into a building like that? For as young as I was I would soon come to find out many others that were far more older than myself would ask as well. I heard a cry from the kitchen as one my dad’s coworkers received the devastating news that her sister had been killed on the plane that crashed in Pennsylvania. The room fell into a deathly silence. My memory may not serve me well on all that happened that day but I will never forget that moment. The moment that …show more content…
I started learning more and more about the details of that day and have visited both the pentagon and ground zero memorials. In my own town, home to American Airlines, we have erected a memorial for all the flight attendants and pilots from the DFW area who died. While I have been lucky in my lack of my direct association to a victim I still catch myself sometimes in immense sorrow for the events of that day. A feeling, I think, all of us have every year when we are reminded of the tragic events that took