Mickey4Me
Mouseketeer
- Joined
- Aug 18, 1999
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It's strange that even though I sometimes have trouble remembering what happened yesterday, I can remember the events of one single day that occured almost 3 years ago like it just happened.
I was living and working in PA at the time. My job called for lots of travel and most of my plans were made months ahead of time. I had an assistant who would make all my travel arrangements and give me a schedule for the month of when and where I was supposed to be.
I had two trips scheduled in Sept. - one to the West Coast and one to Canada. About a week prior to 9/11/01 I looked at my schedule and realized that I was scheduled to leave for the West Coast trip on my daughter's birthday - Sept. 11. I had my assistant change my travel plans so that I would be heading out to Canada on 9/12 and do the west coast trip the following week. That way I could be home for DD's 17th b'day.
I had a meeting scheduled at the office for 9:00 AM on 9/11. On my way through the break room to the conference room, I saw the TV and was horrifed to see the events that were unfolding. I immediately asked my assistant to make sure that none of our associates in the field were on the scheduled flights. About 30 min. later, she came to the door of the conference room and was white as a sheet. I immediately started a mental checklist of where all my people were scheduled to be that day and if any could be involved. The look on her face really scared the *&#@ out of me.
I left the meeting to talk to her and that's when she told me that she had just gotten off the phone with the corp. travel dept. They had called to see if I had made my flight that day!?! Seems that my original schedule to fly to the West Coast that day had been on American flight #77 out of Dulles into LAX. That was the plane that hit the Pentagon. Seems that they had changed my flight plans but still had the original itinerary in the computer. When what she told me started sinking in, I just went sort of numb and spent the rest of the day in a sort of "out of body" state. I kept thinking...What if DD had been born on a different day? What if I had decided to take her with me to LA for her b'day? What about all those other people on that ill fated flight? It could have very easily been me.....
I went home earlier than normal that day and was so happy to see DD and DH there. DD decided that she didn't want to go out for dinner as planned because she didn't feel like it was right to celebrate anything that day. We ordered pizza instead and stayed home glued to the TV. Later that evening I told DH the whole story and how my orig. travel schedule had me on the Dulles flight (I used to always fly out of BWI or Dulles). It was one of the few times I've ever seen DH openly weep and I wish I hadn't told him. I never did tell DD.
When I think about that day now, my thoughts go to the passengers on the 4 planes. I can't begin to imagine what they were feeling, thinking the last min. before their plane crashed. I keep putting myself in their position and seeing it through their eyes. I know the events of that day changed many people's lives. I know it did mine. I now take nothing for granted in my life and make sure that my job never takes priority over family, friends.
I was living and working in PA at the time. My job called for lots of travel and most of my plans were made months ahead of time. I had an assistant who would make all my travel arrangements and give me a schedule for the month of when and where I was supposed to be.
I had two trips scheduled in Sept. - one to the West Coast and one to Canada. About a week prior to 9/11/01 I looked at my schedule and realized that I was scheduled to leave for the West Coast trip on my daughter's birthday - Sept. 11. I had my assistant change my travel plans so that I would be heading out to Canada on 9/12 and do the west coast trip the following week. That way I could be home for DD's 17th b'day.
I had a meeting scheduled at the office for 9:00 AM on 9/11. On my way through the break room to the conference room, I saw the TV and was horrifed to see the events that were unfolding. I immediately asked my assistant to make sure that none of our associates in the field were on the scheduled flights. About 30 min. later, she came to the door of the conference room and was white as a sheet. I immediately started a mental checklist of where all my people were scheduled to be that day and if any could be involved. The look on her face really scared the *&#@ out of me.
I left the meeting to talk to her and that's when she told me that she had just gotten off the phone with the corp. travel dept. They had called to see if I had made my flight that day!?! Seems that my original schedule to fly to the West Coast that day had been on American flight #77 out of Dulles into LAX. That was the plane that hit the Pentagon. Seems that they had changed my flight plans but still had the original itinerary in the computer. When what she told me started sinking in, I just went sort of numb and spent the rest of the day in a sort of "out of body" state. I kept thinking...What if DD had been born on a different day? What if I had decided to take her with me to LA for her b'day? What about all those other people on that ill fated flight? It could have very easily been me.....
I went home earlier than normal that day and was so happy to see DD and DH there. DD decided that she didn't want to go out for dinner as planned because she didn't feel like it was right to celebrate anything that day. We ordered pizza instead and stayed home glued to the TV. Later that evening I told DH the whole story and how my orig. travel schedule had me on the Dulles flight (I used to always fly out of BWI or Dulles). It was one of the few times I've ever seen DH openly weep and I wish I hadn't told him. I never did tell DD.
When I think about that day now, my thoughts go to the passengers on the 4 planes. I can't begin to imagine what they were feeling, thinking the last min. before their plane crashed. I keep putting myself in their position and seeing it through their eyes. I know the events of that day changed many people's lives. I know it did mine. I now take nothing for granted in my life and make sure that my job never takes priority over family, friends.