9/11 — A Day Never Forgotten

Stefani Vader
3 min readSep 11, 2021
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.

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.

I watched as people jumped to their death, knowing that they were going to die one way or another, and that was the quickest way.

I watched as the towers came down.

The entire thing was horrific. It’s a memory that is ingrained in me forever. I was fearful of going into any large city, any mall or gathering place. What if there was another attack?

But, I also watched as the nation came together as one.

Flags were erected, and neighbors and strangers gave each other comfort. People came from thousands of miles away to help search for survivors, and then help…

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Stefani Vader

Lover of reading and writing. Hater of retail work. Small fish in a big pond, learning as I go.