Oh My God
Date Submitted: 9/11/2016
On September 11, 2001, I lived in Camden, NC and worked in Elizabeth City, NC at a pediatric office. My spouse at the time was a commercial driver and was away from home. My son was in elementary school and my daughter was not quite 3 was at day care. All was right in my world, and then....I was at work, at my desk when the phone rang, it was Ms. Donna, a Co worker who hadn't come in yet. She was crying, and she told me what happened and I got up and ran to my supervisors office saying turn on the radio. We've been attacked. Ohe my God. I can't even tell you how many times I said or heard oh my God.
All day, that was all I could think, every time a patient came in and said had we heard. Oh my God. I've never felt so vulnerable and I've never felt completely safe since.
I stood there feeling bad about whoever was in the plane or helicopter, but not feeling anything ominous... THEN... I see it... It was almost like slow motion but it was moving so fast... So low... You didnít have time to gasp... It hit the second tower and disappeared, and suddenly the biggest fireball I have ever seen in my life just shoots wide and high into an ocean blue sky... Whoever wasnít stunned on the train suddenly screamed as everyone ran to the windows...
Brian (story excerpt)