So, I was lying in bed this morning, with CNN on in the background, and a thought popped into my head….WHY was I at work at 8:46 in the morning when the first plane hit the tower one? I was not one that EVER got to work early, even when I was supposed to start at 8am, so why that day, was I at the office? I never really thought about that until today….

Working in a travel agency on that date was crazy. I remember I had a client who was flying to Hawaii on Delta that day. When she got home (she was there for a month), I called her. I wanted to hear from her what her personal story was like.

She said that they didn’t tell her anything on the plane, but they had to land immediately to the nearest airport, which was Dallas. Once she arrived in Dallas, the airport was crazy. Everyone was trying to find a tv screen. They ended up putting the events on the screens that were normally used for the departure gates, etc. She spent three days in Dallas (one night at the aiport) until the planes started to fly again and continued her trip. I am not sure what I would have done. I would have wanted to come home, but that is me.

We didn’t have a tv at the office. There was one in the board room, but it was used for video presentations and there was no cable, so trying to find a signal was hard. Most of what we heard was on the radio and it wasn’t until I got home that I could watch the horror of the days and the weeks and months to follow.

The other VERY strong memory I have is sitting on the porch with my mom that night and the few days that followed. If you know where my parents live, it is on the flight path to the airport. Plans fly over their house on average about 1 every 2 minutes. You can look at your watch and look up and listen…..but there was silence. A strange, eerie silence. If you live in our area, you know what I mean. Even when the airports were open again, you knew that it wasn’t normal, because it wasn’t every two minutes.

What do you remember of your September 11, 2001?