9/11 — A Day Never Forgotten

joergwunderlich

I will never forget the morning of September 11, 2001.

My son was a year old, and we had gone downstairs. I poured him a little cup of Cheerios to tide him over for a few minutes and was flipping through the channels looking for something to watch.

I remember coming across the news channel directly after the first tower was struck. I sat there, my heart hurting, praying for the survivors to escape.

Then I watched the second plane hit.

The 9/11 photos we will never forget

I sat there shaking, tears rolling down my face. My husband was at work, and I called him right away to let him know what was going on.

I will never forget the fear that filled me immediately. It was all consuming. This attack was out of nowhere, at least to the general public. We weren’t prepared to deal with something of this nature. I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen.