I woke up to get ready for work and clicked on the TV. One tower had been hit. I called my Mom and then a good friend. Her son was an airline steward, I hadn’t even thought about that when I called her. (She spent much time trying to reach him to make sure was OK.)
The next tower was attacked.
Then I went to school where I taught art. I went and worked in the teachers lounge before classes started and during my planning period, so I could be around others and see TV coverage. It was then the first tower fell....
It was a day like no other.....very heavy and very sad day, and everyone went about their job to teach grade schoolers.
I didn’t have that responsibility to contend with but I knew we were being attacked. Work was vanished from my mind. The Country needed help. There was nothing I could do. I have never been so helpless and angry in my life.