I thought in light of todays observation that we should all be reflecting on the day in history that is our generations Pearl Harbor.
I remember I was working in a clock factory on one of the lines when one of the floor managers was going around and stopping by each person on the lines and talking to them for 30 seconds or so. When he got to me he simply said: "I am just going around informing everybody that new York City seems to be under attack from terrorists". That was all the information he had. This was around 8:30 in the morning. On our break time everyone ran out to their cars in the parking lot and turned on the radio. I remember it did not matter what radio station you turned to on the dial, every one was doing live news. I turned it on shortly after the second plane had hit.
I went home on my lunch break like I normally did. (I was living with my folks at that time). I remember running into the house and both of my parents were also home from their jobs sitting on the couch in disbelief watching the news on ABC. My mother had tears coming from her eyes. I remember watching coverage showing people jumping out of buildings at heights they would not survive. I remember witnesses crying as they were telling reporters the sound that those bodies made when they hit the pavement. I remember seeing people running for their lives as the towers fell into rubble.
I remember feeling helpless, angry, and simply shocked. I know every time I recall those images I still get those same feelings. But today I also get goose bumps just knowing how we as a country bound together as one. I feel great pride in the stories and images of heroes that we heard and saw. Some of those stories brought a tear to my eye and still do.
I pray that the families of those who lost loved ones feel the Comfort from God that I pray he gives them.
May God continue to Bless America!
I remember I was working in a clock factory on one of the lines when one of the floor managers was going around and stopping by each person on the lines and talking to them for 30 seconds or so. When he got to me he simply said: "I am just going around informing everybody that new York City seems to be under attack from terrorists". That was all the information he had. This was around 8:30 in the morning. On our break time everyone ran out to their cars in the parking lot and turned on the radio. I remember it did not matter what radio station you turned to on the dial, every one was doing live news. I turned it on shortly after the second plane had hit.
I went home on my lunch break like I normally did. (I was living with my folks at that time). I remember running into the house and both of my parents were also home from their jobs sitting on the couch in disbelief watching the news on ABC. My mother had tears coming from her eyes. I remember watching coverage showing people jumping out of buildings at heights they would not survive. I remember witnesses crying as they were telling reporters the sound that those bodies made when they hit the pavement. I remember seeing people running for their lives as the towers fell into rubble.
I remember feeling helpless, angry, and simply shocked. I know every time I recall those images I still get those same feelings. But today I also get goose bumps just knowing how we as a country bound together as one. I feel great pride in the stories and images of heroes that we heard and saw. Some of those stories brought a tear to my eye and still do.
I pray that the families of those who lost loved ones feel the Comfort from God that I pray he gives them.
May God continue to Bless America!