I was sitting across from my mom (living in NC) watching the TODAY show and 9+ months pregnant, I remember seeing the Twin Towers behind Matt Laurer and asking my mom what was that (it was the first plane hitting Tower one).
Later that afternoon/eveing I was in labor, my oldest was born the next day. Every year is a bittersweet celabration (amist all the tragedy we had a beam of light in ours)
I was in a high school classroom interpreting for a deaf student. The English teacher turned on the TV and I thought the plane crashing into the tower was a computer graphic. I couldn’t believe it was real. In art class the TV was also on and the President gave a speech. I was interpreting his speech with tears running down my face, hoping the kids understood that the world as we knew it was forever changed.
Oh my god, that must have been a difficult and heart-wrenching experience. I salute you for the strength you had shown by continuing to interpret the speech despite the need to process your own thoughts and overflowing emotions.
I was in Paris and with the time difference it coincided with the kiddies coming out of school.
An american mother told me about a plane hitting the first tower and hearing that it wasn’t an accident.
I took the children to the park Monceau not knowing much more about what had happened.
When I saw an American Dad on his cell phone, screaming, I knew something terrible had happened and we walked home to watch it on the TV. Everyone felt a sense of tragedy in Paris, I remember people gathering on Place de La Concorde, waiting for hours to sign the book of condolences which was at the American Embassy…
we will never forget.
I was at home, watching the five O’clock news on TV. The first thing I hears was the attack on the Pentagon which I thought was much more acute at the time. Only a while later I hear about the twin towers, falling one after another. It was shocking and devastating. I was used to hearing about terror attacks on TV, heck, I even saw ones with my own eyes. But I remember feeling that that was different. That was a beginning of a new erra. A new evil arising. I remember being more terrified then I was riding the bus at the time… I’m afraid to say that I still am. As long as there are vicious people that permit and command others to kill innocent people and take lives, I will keep on being terrified. My greatest wish is that every person on earth (or beyond?) when looking at another human being, will feel nothing but compassion and care for the other’s life. Will feel nothing but solidarity and an opportunity to find a new friend.
I was in California, close to LA, visiting friends. Their answering machine/phone was at the head of my bed and I was awakened by her husband’s voice on the machine-saying that we had been attacked, were going to war, it was horrible, wake-up!!! I went and woke my friend with the news and we instantly turned on the television to see what was going on. My husband was flying that day and I called him, nearly hysterical, to make sure he was ok. We were glued to the television all day, in shock, trying to understand the horror we were seeing. I have never gotten over the feelings of that day. Devastating, horrible, incredibly-incredibly sad and violated. I won’t ever forget. Thank God I was with friends.
I was sitting across from my mom (living in NC) watching the TODAY show and 9+ months pregnant, I remember seeing the Twin Towers behind Matt Laurer and asking my mom what was that (it was the first plane hitting Tower one).
Later that afternoon/eveing I was in labor, my oldest was born the next day. Every year is a bittersweet celabration (amist all the tragedy we had a beam of light in ours)
WE WILL NEVER FORGET
What an amazing story. You’ve got a bitter sweet memory. Thank you so much for sharing, Monique!
I was in a high school classroom interpreting for a deaf student. The English teacher turned on the TV and I thought the plane crashing into the tower was a computer graphic. I couldn’t believe it was real. In art class the TV was also on and the President gave a speech. I was interpreting his speech with tears running down my face, hoping the kids understood that the world as we knew it was forever changed.
Oh my god, that must have been a difficult and heart-wrenching experience. I salute you for the strength you had shown by continuing to interpret the speech despite the need to process your own thoughts and overflowing emotions.
I was in Paris and with the time difference it coincided with the kiddies coming out of school.
An american mother told me about a plane hitting the first tower and hearing that it wasn’t an accident.
I took the children to the park Monceau not knowing much more about what had happened.
When I saw an American Dad on his cell phone, screaming, I knew something terrible had happened and we walked home to watch it on the TV. Everyone felt a sense of tragedy in Paris, I remember people gathering on Place de La Concorde, waiting for hours to sign the book of condolences which was at the American Embassy…
we will never forget.
What about you Avital?
I was at home, watching the five O’clock news on TV. The first thing I hears was the attack on the Pentagon which I thought was much more acute at the time. Only a while later I hear about the twin towers, falling one after another. It was shocking and devastating. I was used to hearing about terror attacks on TV, heck, I even saw ones with my own eyes. But I remember feeling that that was different. That was a beginning of a new erra. A new evil arising. I remember being more terrified then I was riding the bus at the time… I’m afraid to say that I still am. As long as there are vicious people that permit and command others to kill innocent people and take lives, I will keep on being terrified. My greatest wish is that every person on earth (or beyond?) when looking at another human being, will feel nothing but compassion and care for the other’s life. Will feel nothing but solidarity and an opportunity to find a new friend.
I was in California, close to LA, visiting friends. Their answering machine/phone was at the head of my bed and I was awakened by her husband’s voice on the machine-saying that we had been attacked, were going to war, it was horrible, wake-up!!! I went and woke my friend with the news and we instantly turned on the television to see what was going on. My husband was flying that day and I called him, nearly hysterical, to make sure he was ok. We were glued to the television all day, in shock, trying to understand the horror we were seeing. I have never gotten over the feelings of that day. Devastating, horrible, incredibly-incredibly sad and violated. I won’t ever forget. Thank God I was with friends.