“Honey, wake up. Something’s happening in New York.” Those were the first words I heard on the morning of September 11, 2001.
It was before 6 am, and my wife was trying to wake me up, knowing I had only been asleep for a few hours. She turned on the TV in our bedroom, and told me a plane had crashed into one of the World Trade Center towers.
What will always stand out in my mind, was the disbelief – in the voices of the anchors trying to describe what was happening. Nothing made sense.
Until it became more and more clear, that this wasn’t an ‘accident.’
Even when the second plane hit the South Tower, one of the anchors was trying to explain why the plane she had just seen, didn’t emerge in the skies on the other side of the building. It was unfathomable.
It had happened again. That’s when the chilling reality started to sink in with me. And it was driven home, when one of the anchors said, “This is no mistake. We are clearly under attack.”
Those are the words I will always remember from that day, and at that point, the attack was really just beginning. The images, the stories, the heartache, and the harsh and cruel reality – will always be with me.
Even though ten years have passed, it feels like it happened yesterday. And I think it always will.