I remember getting ready for work, turning on the tv and seeing half of a plane hanging out the side of the first tower. At that point the news networks were speculating that it was some kind of accident. I was in shock and glued to the tv for a while. After making a series of phone calls , I remembered that I still had to go to work and started getting ready again… I left the tv for what seemed like a split second and my mom called. She said that they had crashed a plane into the tower, and I said yeah I know, I’d been watching it all morning. Then she said no, the second tower….
My heart dropped, and as I’m writing this now 10 yrs later, I still feel it. I lived on the highest floor of an apartment building over looking the city of Birmingham, AL. I remember looking out of my patio window, seeing planes and huge jumbo jets, one after another. They were all apparently headed for the local airport because they had all been commanded to land immediately….we were under attack.
I didn’t know what to make of it all at the time or what was to come, but I had this somber feeling that this world was never gonna be the same.