My 9/11 Story
I was at Westhill High School in Stamford, CT beginning my Freshman year. The day began just like any other day. I had just finished my second and third period class and when I was heading to my fourth period class when I overheard people talking about a plane crashing into one of the Twin Towers in New York. I dismissed it as bullsh**. As I proceeded to walk towards my class, I managed to head in the direction of the schoolâ€™s library. As I looked in the library, I noticed a group of students and a couple of teachers huddled around a TV set watching the events unfold. Then as I advanced closer to see what it was they were watching, I saw the second plane hit the South Tower. People around me started screaming and crying. I was shocked beyond comprehension. I was then thinking about my dad. My father is a news cameraman for ABC 7 Eyewitness News and I knew that he was gonna be covering this event and I wanted to hear from him to know that he was okay. The day continued, eventually we had lunch. I had two more classes left in the day. I entered and saw my teacher listening to a radio and I heard that both towers were destroyed. I really needed to call my mother to ask if she heard anything from Dad. I didnâ€™t have a cellphone at the time so I had to borrow my educational assistantâ€™s cellphone and called Mom. I asked her if she heard from Dad she told me â€śNo, but I have to go pick up your sister, theyâ€™re letting kids out early today.â€ť So I was still thinking about Dad and wondering if he was okay. I went home and saw that everyone was glued to the TV and watching the events unfold. Eventually, I did hear that Dad was okay. As it turns out, he was blocks away when the buildings collapsed. On September 12th, I finally saw Dad come home but was physically shook up by what had happened.
It was as if everyone in that church understood, the world had to change, that we had to change to rise above events like 9/11 and be a more united planet.
James (story excerpt)