by D.McGuire Sat Sep 10, 2011 4:41 pm
As I do every year, I'll share my side of the story for 9/11.
As I've done the best 3 years, I'm taking a train into New York City to go see the lights.
I still remember it like yesterday. I was home from school that day. My mother and I got back from dropping my father off at the train station, he was taking the train into New York that day for a meeting. So you know, went through my normal morning things, go back to sleep, eat breakfast then go down stairs to find my mother staring at the TV in silence staring at the live video on the news of smoke pouring out of one of the towers. Now at first, like many others, we assumed this was just an accident. What we scared about though, is that we knew that my fathers train route to get to where he needed to be involved getting off the PATH train at World Trade Center.
We watch as the second plane hits, and everything else with the Pentagon and Flight 93, and we know it's not an accident. My brothers both from school called home asking about it because they also know that my father always goes through the world trade center. When the first tower collapsed, that's when my brother just walked out of school and came home.
We hadn't heard from my father all day. Until finally, that night, he walked in. I had never been more relieved or happy to see him in my life. That's when he shared his story of what went on for him.
He got off the train at World Trade Center minutes after the first plane hit. Either Officers or security guards or somebody was sorta pushing and rushing everybody outside of the station. As my dad was walking through, he could smell the burning. But didn't think much of it, because plane crash or terrorist attack is obviously the last thing you'd think about, especially back then. He just assumed maybe it was a car fire, or maybe you know, just a little fire somewhere.
He saw the fire trucks already outside, and more starting to pull up. He kept walking out, there were people just looking bak at the towers and pointing. He looked back, seeing the all of the fire and everything. Again, plane crash is the last thing you'd assume. But when everybody was saying a plane hit, then again, he assumed it was just a small private plane that accidentally hit it. He watched people jumping out of the tower. Just the sight of it, just watching people falling to there death right in front of you, that is the one memory he will never get out of his mind.
He heard a low flying plane, and looked back, and he watched the second plane hit. That's when he just gave up going to the meeting, and just wanted to find a way out of the city and back home (we live in New Jersey, about 45 minutes from the city).
He saw just walking around the city on the tickers and screens about all of the other terrorist acts throughout the day.
Words just can't even describe how he felt, or how any of us in the family felt that day.
After that day, and after learning about a few of my friends losing parents or relatives, I had never been so thankful, happy, and appreciative that I still have him. And that he is here to tell the story today.
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