At the time of the first attack, I was at my health club. I'd had an 8AM appointment to go over either the cardio equipment or the weight equipment. We had just finished up and I was on a rowing machine when I saw the TV overhead with closed captioning showing the first plane having just hit the first building. Immmediately I figured something wasn't right. A few minutes later one of the newscasters suggested that perhaps this could be a terrorist attack, to which the co-anchor responded, "I didn't think about that!"
Well, then I saw the second plane crash into the second building, thus confirming any questions anyone might have had, needless to say. I stuck around for a while and then drove home.
When I got home, sometime after 9 in the morning, there were two voice mails from my mom in California. The first VM message indicated the initial plane crash into the first building. The second voice mail was after the second plane crash, which of course she confirmed it was a terrorist plan. Right after I checked the voice mails...before I even had a chance to call her back, she called me again. I started to say I had just gotten home from the health club and was aware of what had taken place. She then said, "The Pentagon got hit." I exclaimed, "WHAT?!" and turned on the TV. (She hadn't even given me a chance to turn on the TV at home before calling me back - LOL - my mom will immediately call me or e-mail me about any possible changes about any situation, personal or otherwise; that is the relationship we have, regardless of the distance.)
So...if I remember correctly, I was on the phone with her when the first building collapsed. I know I wasn't talking to her when the second did, at which point I was in tears.
I stuck around home the remainder of the day. I don't remember much of what I did. I know drivers were paranoid of gas station shutting down and lines to the gas station extended down at least a quarter mile down the street. I don't recall whether I got gas that day or not.
Of course, my church had a prayer meeting that evening. Because my church was a county away, I didn't want to drive all the way there. Instead, I walked around the corner from where I lived to a local church and attended a prayer session there. Afterwards, I was offered a ride home, and I accepted.
I chatted online at least during the evening (IRC - Internet Relay Chat, where I know this_is_warmth.
We were concerned about my dad, because at the time he was in DC on business. (He was staying in Virginia and would commute daily.) He called my aunt in Pennsylvania as soon as he could, and she called the rest of us in the family indicating he was, and would be, fine.
Needless to say, he didn't fly home as originally scheduled. Instead, he and his two other co-workers rented a car and drove cross-country, taking turns at the wheel. They only stopped at a hotel once.
My dad e-mailed me when I got home. He said, 3,000 miles in 2.5 days - a trip he would never forget.
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Date: 2005-09-12 04:28 am (UTC)Well, then I saw the second plane crash into the second building, thus confirming any questions anyone might have had, needless to say. I stuck around for a while and then drove home.
When I got home, sometime after 9 in the morning, there were two voice mails from my mom in California. The first VM message indicated the initial plane crash into the first building. The second voice mail was after the second plane crash, which of course she confirmed it was a terrorist plan. Right after I checked the voice mails...before I even had a chance to call her back, she called me again. I started to say I had just gotten home from the health club and was aware of what had taken place. She then said, "The Pentagon got hit." I exclaimed, "WHAT?!" and turned on the TV. (She hadn't even given me a chance to turn on the TV at home before calling me back - LOL - my mom will immediately call me or e-mail me about any possible changes about any situation, personal or otherwise; that is the relationship we have, regardless of the distance.)
So...if I remember correctly, I was on the phone with her when the first building collapsed. I know I wasn't talking to her when the second did, at which point I was in tears.
I stuck around home the remainder of the day. I don't remember much of what I did. I know drivers were paranoid of gas station shutting down and lines to the gas station extended down at least a quarter mile down the street. I don't recall whether I got gas that day or not.
Of course, my church had a prayer meeting that evening. Because my church was a county away, I didn't want to drive all the way there. Instead, I walked around the corner from where I lived to a local church and attended a prayer session there. Afterwards, I was offered a ride home, and I accepted.
I chatted online at least during the evening (IRC - Internet Relay Chat, where I know
We were concerned about my dad, because at the time he was in DC on business. (He was staying in Virginia and would commute daily.) He called my aunt in Pennsylvania as soon as he could, and she called the rest of us in the family indicating he was, and would be, fine.
Needless to say, he didn't fly home as originally scheduled. Instead, he and his two other co-workers rented a car and drove cross-country, taking turns at the wheel. They only stopped at a hotel once.
My dad e-mailed me when I got home. He said, 3,000 miles in 2.5 days - a trip he would never forget.
So, that is my answer to your question. LOL