I was on my way to work at GE in Arlington, TX.
As I was leaving my daughter’s daycare, I heard the first report on the radio of a plane crashing into the World Trade Center. At the time, reports were saying it appeared to be a small charter plane, and it was a horrible accident. All I could think of was the people in the plane and building that were literally impacted immediately. Why was it that while I shook my head and said a quick prayer, I didn’t feel affected.
When I arrived to my 4th floor office, around 8:00am CST, everyone was huddled in the conference room watching the north tower burn on the television. I remember saying to the lady standing next to me that the hole and damage appeared to look like a Boeing rather than a Cessna.
Three minutes later, from the right side of the screen we saw the second plane come in and slam into the south tower…
“OMG WTF is that?”
“Oh, it’s a news chopper”
“that’s a huge fucking chopper”
“where did it go?”
“Did another plane hit the south tower?”
“No way did that just happen ”
“what floor are our brokers, CF, on and in which tower?”
“Why is everyone screaming?”
“Holy shit!!! Another plane hit the other tower?”
“WTF is wrong with our air traffic controllers?”
“Is this deliberate?”
“OMG, is this an attack?”
Then silence. Deafening silence. No one breathed. It almost seemed inappropriate to breathe. But I was 4 months pregnant so I needed to fbreathe or two.
My first breath after that horrific site came out as a sob. I hadn’t even realized I’d been crying. It’s amazing how your body sees and does things that your brain can’t even process.
It was supposed to be a great day. We had a baby shower planned for my good friend that was also pregnant.
This couldn’t be happening to NYC. This couldn’t be happening to America.
But we had been hit. And it had hurt.
The day went on. Pentagon was attacked. Then the 4th plane went down. No one knew when it would end.
On Monday, March 11, 2002 – six months after that unforgettable day, these two columns of light shot up into the sky over New York to commemorate the buildings and lives that were destroyed on September 11. The lights, which were manufactured by GE were arrayed to evoke the collapsed towers, and were lit every evening through April 13. I was very proud to be a GE employee at that time.