Where were you on that fateful day?

I had just walked into our office when the first plane hit a tower....the images on the TV were unbelievable. Needless to say, we sent everyone home for the day since phone lines would be busy! Tears filled my eyes and my first thoughts were I wanted to have my husband and children under the same roof so we could love on each other. Prayers out to the families that lost loved ones in a senseless attack on America.

Oh that day . . . it's as gut wrenching today as it was 10 years ago. I can't imagine the horror those people suffered. I did not see any of it until I got home from work that day. We had no tv's in the office, so we heard it unfold on the radio. Absolute devastation and tragedy.

I was at work, as a school cashier, when I learned of the tragedy. The first tower had been hit, and we were thinking "how could this happen?' Then the second tower was struck. Soon after, parents started to rush in and pick up thier children. I, too, wanted to go home and be where it felt safe, with my husband and adult sons. This is also the same date my mom, aunt, and godmother passed away, many years before.

To coachmaritova:
I'm sure the generosity of the donations you gave, your mom's medical supplies and clothes were a blessing to the people in need.

I was at school. In primary school. They got tvs out and let us watch it, but I don't really think we understood what was happening.

I was just finishing a workout in my basement. I was living in Minnesota at the time. I was listening to radio when the first plane hit. Then switched to the TV and watched all the other events unfold. I remember the confusion and the sureal disbelief. After leaving the house. I remember thinking whats next ??? There was several gas stations in town that jacked their price up $3 per gal. (later they go in trouble!)

i was in 10th grade, in social studies class when my teacher stopped everything and turned on the television in time to watch the 2nd tower fall...we were devastated. i was in north carolina at the time, so a lot of my classmates had relatives in new york. both of my parents were active duty military at the time and i remember being terrified at the idea of both of them getting deployed at the same time to go fight. it felt like that whole moment was in slow motion, watching all the smoke, the people jumping from the building, and just the visual grief of the people on the television..i excused myself to the bathroom, leaned against the wall and crumpled to the floor crying my eyes out..

I was in my early 20s, working a dead-end job at a mortgage place whose office headquarters were across the river in New Jersey. Since they were sent home, we were sent home. But for those hours before, my coworkers were walking in to the news that the 1st plane had crashed into the North Tower, and stood around my desk listening to my radio. Later, the trickle of coworkers became the huddle around my desk. No one could work.

I was still very naive and had no idea what terrorism was. I could tell you about gang fights,but not terrorism. My coworkers knew people. They frantically paced, tried to call someone, came to my desk for an update or to just have someone to stand next to. Everyone had that look of worry on their faces, that face that shows somewhere inside is a brain processing something inconceivable.

I was scared and just couldn't figure out what to do with my emotions. After we were sent home, I went downstairs and cried in my car for a few minutes, drove past an eerily closed airport, picked my children up from preschool, and went home.

9/11 was a large contributor to why I changed. I imagined there were people inside the towers like myself who hated their jobs and their lives. And the last thing they did that day was wake up miserable with no idea what they were doing with their lives and die in the place they couldn't stand. In order for me to process what had happened, I had to make something positive come from it. So I made changes then. It took me this long, but I finished college, I look and feel how I want to look and feel, I did things I never thought I would do in my life, I take risks and live freely, and I am almost always content.

Here in the UK it was breaking news on the TV all day and we too could only watch in total disbelief. I know that the British people share your anger, sorrow and pain.

I was in 9th grade. I had just walked into my first classroom and the TV was on & the first tower had just been hit. We all sat and watched, silently, then we saw the 2nd tower get hit. There were no classes that day, we just went from classroom to classroom at the usual times & watched the news.