Where were u 9/11/01? - page 5
They only reason I'm starting this thread is b/c where I was on this date will forever be memoriable to my nursing career. Just 1 or 2 phrases to tell where u were at the time of the attacks.... I... Read More
Sep 9, '06It happened on the second day of a then-new job as a resident care manager (LTC). All three of us adults living in the house at the time---my hubby, my sister, and I---were late going in to work because we couldn't tear ourselves away from the TV as the horror literally unfolded before our eyes. My sister had awakened me around 6:30 AM (Pacific time), going "Oh, my God, come look at the TV, we're under some kind of attack---they've hijacked planes, the World Trade Center's on fire, the Pentagon's on fire, oh, God, this is unbelievable".
Dashing out to the living room, sure enough, I saw the Twin Towers with smoke and fire billowing out in a rush; a smaller picture was showing the Pentagon, and then they were talking about the possibility of even more hijacked planes (we didn't know about the crash of United 93 until a little later). Then we sat transfixed as the first tower collapsed, making an absurdly graceful and almost tidy picture as it crumbled into dust; none of us could believe our eyes. "It CAN'T be gone!!" we all said to each other. "There's no way that thing could have just collapsed like that". But indeed it had, and soon the other followed it into oblivion.
I finally arrived at work around 10 AM, only to learn that one of my residents, a survivor of Pearl Harbor, had just been sent to the ER with chest pain. He had suffered from PTSD all his adult life; now, almost 60 years later, the stress created by this second unprovoked attack on American soil had proven too much for him, and he had an MI. (He survived it and came back 'home' a week later, but the damage was done; he never was the same afterwards.) In the meantime, we all rushed around trying to calm the residents by turning off the TVs, but they came right back on, as both staff and residents were hungry for any news that might tell us what was happening, why it was happening, and when it might end.
That day, of course, is etched as indelibly in my mind as December 7, 1941 was in that of my resident (as well as others of his generation). Even if I live to be ninety and wind up with cobwebs in my attic, I will never, ever forget where I was and what I was doing "when the world stopped turning" five years ago Monday.
Sep 9, '06I was awakened by a call from my girlfriend who was trapped in Tower II. I was the last one to talk to her, god bless you Jennifer Fialko! I miss and LOVE you! It sure as hell (or heaven) DID NOT ruin my life, I went back to school and graduated fromthis May, passed my NCLEX, and just finished my preceptorship on a MEdical step-down unit!!!! (and have a beautiful firlfriend now) God bless everyone that lost someone that day and everyone else too!
Sep 9, '06Was at work on thhe ortho/neuro unit at my hospital that happened to be the first responder for the pentagon.
We transfered out as many patients as we could to get ready for anything that might come to us. Our ER saw the most patients of all, they treated and released so many that day. I felt so helpless because there was no one for us to care for. There were so many staff in the ER we were told to stay clear and let the process work.
I ended up leaving early and trying to find an open bar, not many places open that afternoon. I still cry every time I think about it
Sep 9, '06I was still in. I was driving to a nearby city to spend the day with my older sister when I heard the news over the radio of the planes hitting the towers. My husband was at home with our 2 yo and 5 mo girls, and our 3 yo boy was in preschool. I almost turned around and yanked him out of school and came home, but didn't. It felt like we were at war. Everywhere I went that day, a TV was on. My Biomedical Ethics class was cancelled for that evening. We went to a service at a local church. We kept the news on constantly for a few days but my 2 year old started having nightmares and crying all the time, so we turned it off. A preschool teacher told us she was too young to possibly understand, but I think she did understand something bad had happened because the crying and nightmares stopped soon after we stopped keeping the news on.
Sep 9, '06I never watch TV in the mornings so was just sitting reading the paper. My daughter came running in saying an airplane hit the WTC. In my mind it was like the one that hit the Empire St Bldg-small private plane. She said can she take a TV back to work. I gave her the bedroom TV and she went back to work.
Then sitting there alone I watched the horror. Mama was having cataract surgery that AM. BIL was having heart surgery. My son was at work at his home so I called him, and all I could do was cry.
Mama remembers Pearl Harbor, I remember Kennedy dying, and Reagan getting shot. But 9/11 was the most personal to me.
Sep 9, '06I was in my first semester of nursing school. Came out of class and our college has a very long, wide hallway with big tvs mounted up kinda high. I never watch them but I happened to look up and saw a plane flying into a skyscraper that I didn't even know existed. I wondered why they were playing movies instead of the regular news.
After school I went home and watched for hours, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I quit watching after about 3 days and to this day I can't watch anything about 9/11 because I weep through the whole thing. Maybe because my brother in law and brother are firemen. My brother in law died yesterday, his wake will be on 9/11. Appropriate I quess.
Sep 9, '06My brother was taking me to the airport at 6:30A Alaska time for my 7:30A flight home. On our way there we suddenly saw a large force of police and military vehicles surround the airport. When we got there, the airport was dark. All flights were cancelled. Later that day a KAL jet was escourted to the airforce base by jet fighters. It was thought that it had been hijacked and that it was being forced to crash land. Such a scary, sad, frightening day. I was there for nine extra days. I still have my tickets. The world that we knew was forever changed on that day.
Remember, Monday is red day. Wear red on Monday if you are able.
Sep 9, '06I was in Saudia Arabia and the time difference I think is 10 hours or something like that. I got up because of all the noise in the common room. My room was right next to the common room and everyone was surrounding the t.v. and told me what was going on. It was a very sad day
Sep 9, '06I was employed as an OR RN [civilian] and was scrubbed in on a CABG. It was a surreal type mood with us concentrating on the procedure and at the same time someone coming in the OR with updates on the terrorist events. I was on break in the staff lounge watching television when the second tower was hit.
Sep 9, '06Shopping in Tuesday Mornings and the radio was on talking about the towers. I was scheduled to fly to Floriday the next day to prepare for jaw surgery (with a specialist) but after hearing about what happened my mom and I packed up and headed out in the car 3 hours later - kept passing gas stations that were out of gas because of panic.
Sep 9, '06I was away at college (senior year), and as I was waking up one of my roommates had the T.V. on in her room. I went in there just as they were reporting on the second plane hitting. My roommate was panicking because her brother had just started a job in Manhattan a few days earlier. He ended up walking all the way back to Brooklyn, but thank goodness he was ok.
There were many students at my university from the NYC area, and there was a rumor going around school that one of the students had turned off her cell phone because it was ringing in the middle of class. It turned out to be her father calling from one of the towers. He left her a voicemail saying goodbye. How sad
Sep 9, '06I was pulling out of my garage, at 6:00, on the way to a day shift, when I heard the 1st tower had been hit. As the wife of a pilot, I thought, "God, what a mess." The 2nd tower was hit before I reached the bottom of my hill. When I heard that, I immediately picked up my phone, called my husband, and said; "Honey, you need to turn on the TV. I think we are being attacked."
My thoughts were immediately of my cousin and her husband, who work in the area, and my other 5 cousins, who are firefighters with the NYFD.
Thank the Lord they all survived. Every one of them responded on that terrible day.
I spent the next 8 hours caring for sick people that I have no memory of. All I can remember was the TV screen and it's images.