My day yesterday was scary. I guess the terrorists did their job if they wanted to scare a lot of people. I woke up and was getting ready for work when I saw on the news, the report of a plane hitting one of the World Trade Center Towers. I thought that maybe it was a mistake, I said to my husband "Who would get that close to NYC in their flight plan?" It was really shocking but that was the first domino.
As I walked in to work here in Evanston, people were chatting about the news, we tried to listen to NPR, and then to watch the television in the board room, which had terrible reception. The news and a lot of rumors were pouring in. My boss left the building with a couple of others who went to our second work building to see CNN. I gallantly tried to stay and work, though no one was working, no one could get their minds off of what was happinging all over our country.
I imagined my father in law in the air, a pilot for Delta Airlines, either flying one of the four hijacked planes, and two of my best friends who work in NYC in the chaos.
As soon as we settled in to see news reports with the few remaining co-workers that didn't leave, security guards and janitors in my building told us to GET OUT NOW. I didn't know what was happening, I did get a chance to call my husband and ask him to pick me up. I thought Chicago was next to be attacked and I wanted to be with him. He said he could get me in an hour.
As I got to the elevators to leave work (about 10:30am), I was informed by other co-workers that our building had a bomb threat, and that was why we had to leave.
Knowing I had to wait for my husband to get me, I didn't know where to go. Hearing about so many terrible things, and thinking there might not be an end to it, I was fully expecting something to happen here.
In the hour I waited for Adam to pick me up I looked down at my hands. Every time my hands were shaking and shaking. Strangers on the street were striking up conversations about the events of the day.
Adam picked me up and we were both in shock and the only thing we could do was talk about it. We eventually went home and verified if our friends were ok, and if Adam's father was allright. We watched the news all day and into the night.
Now that I think back to yesterday, driving home and looking at the neighborhoods, houses, and lawns, and driveways, and mailboxes, and American flags, I noticed that the people walking past were silent. They were serious. They were in a silent rage.
As I walked in to work here in Evanston, people were chatting about the news, we tried to listen to NPR, and then to watch the television in the board room, which had terrible reception. The news and a lot of rumors were pouring in. My boss left the building with a couple of others who went to our second work building to see CNN. I gallantly tried to stay and work, though no one was working, no one could get their minds off of what was happinging all over our country.
I imagined my father in law in the air, a pilot for Delta Airlines, either flying one of the four hijacked planes, and two of my best friends who work in NYC in the chaos.
As soon as we settled in to see news reports with the few remaining co-workers that didn't leave, security guards and janitors in my building told us to GET OUT NOW. I didn't know what was happening, I did get a chance to call my husband and ask him to pick me up. I thought Chicago was next to be attacked and I wanted to be with him. He said he could get me in an hour.
As I got to the elevators to leave work (about 10:30am), I was informed by other co-workers that our building had a bomb threat, and that was why we had to leave.
Knowing I had to wait for my husband to get me, I didn't know where to go. Hearing about so many terrible things, and thinking there might not be an end to it, I was fully expecting something to happen here.
In the hour I waited for Adam to pick me up I looked down at my hands. Every time my hands were shaking and shaking. Strangers on the street were striking up conversations about the events of the day.
Adam picked me up and we were both in shock and the only thing we could do was talk about it. We eventually went home and verified if our friends were ok, and if Adam's father was allright. We watched the news all day and into the night.
Now that I think back to yesterday, driving home and looking at the neighborhoods, houses, and lawns, and driveways, and mailboxes, and American flags, I noticed that the people walking past were silent. They were serious. They were in a silent rage.
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