On Sept. 12, 2001, I picked up this copy of the New York Times from work and have kept it till now. A front-page article begins thus:
It kept getting worse.I will never forget seeing the nytimes.com front page at work and not believing my eyes. There were tense moments, especially with reports about a number of other hijacked jets, reports that federal buildings downtown had been bombed, and worries about an attack on the subway. The day after, I saw a lady break down crying on the escalator.
The horror arrived in episodic bursts of chilling disbelief, signified first by trembling floors, sharp eruptions, cracked windows. There was the actual unfathomable realization of a gaping, flaming hole in first one of tall towers, and then the same thing all over again in its twin. There was merciless sight of bodies helplessly tumbling out, some of them in flames.
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I responded to you on my blog. I realized how my tone lately could put people off, and I hope you won't stop visiting.
On your subject, I was on a planning period at school. I turned on the TV to check he weather because I was supposed to go to a lacrosse game after school. I saw it on the news and went to the principals office to make sure I wasn't seeing some kind of a movie on the "all school" channel. We ended classes at noon and sent the kids home to be with their families. I went directly to my brother's apartment. His roomate was frantic. His father lived directly across the street from the towers. We later learned he was okay, but the apartment was destroyed. I still cry when I see pictures sometimes. Watching those poeple jump was the most devestating for me.
no problems, polanco. i like your blog. it's a great place for people to discuss issues and you have no problems putting the prickly ones out there!
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