September 11, 2001 I started out a little later than normal, so instead of walking to work like my sister and I usually did we hopped on the bus after getting off the ferry from Staten Island. The bus was crowded so we had to stand, we kept seeing people looking out the windows and pointing up, I had no idea what they were looking at.
Traffic was awful, when we reached Wall St. we got off the bus and prepared to walk the three remaining blocks to work. Something seemed funny but I didn't know what it was. I remember seeing computer reports and Guy Fitzgerald letterhead with burn marks on it. When we reached Maiden Ln. people were standing on the corner looking left, so we stopped to see what was going on. We could see the flames pouring from the top of the WTC. My heart raced as I thought of all the poor people in that building, still unaware of what was unfolding.
We reached our building and as we entered a man mentioned that a small plane had hit the building. We hurried up to the office, working for an aviation insurance company I figured I'd have a busy morning. When I got upstairs my boss asked if I had just heard the loud noise, I told her no. The second tower was hit while we were on the elevator. It was at that moment I found out it was an airliner that hit the tower. Mass chaos was going on around me, everyone was scrambling and taking calls from the various airlines. We found out the second tower was hit and that there were planes missing. My dad was in his mid 60's at the time and worked even closer to the WTC than we did. A short while later we found out they were evacuating his office. So we also left, I begged him to walk up to Water St. and down to the ferry that way, luckily he agreed.
We exited the building, unprepared for what we were about to face. We stopped to look up at the towers and suddenly the first tower started to collapse. We ran for our lives, along with everyone else on the street. We headed towards Maiden Lane and I will never forget this moment as long as I live. We looked up Maiden towards the towers and saw this GIANT cloud of smoke and debris heading our way. A man was running down the middle of the street hollering and waving his arms, "RUN! It's coming! It's coming! RUN!" Everyone ran. Most headed towards the Brooklyn Bridge, but we kept going towards the Staten Island Ferry. We reached Wall St. and had to run again from the cloud of debris coming towards us. We couldn't see, it was difficult to breathe. We had no protection from what we were breathing in. We heard a plane and stopped and started screaming and trying to see it, but you couldn't see anything. We thought another plane was coming to get us. We later figured out it was a fighter jet from various accounts we've read.
I cried so much. People kept telling us we were going the wrong way, to head to the bridge. I kept yelling that I had to get my father and just kept going to the ferry, everyone kept saying the ferry wasn't running. I didn't care, I had to get to my dad. I stopped and called his office to make sure he had left, his boss answered and said he had left, he asked me if we could breathe, I said no and I had to go.
We kept going to the ferry. When we finally reached it I started shouting out my dads name. My sister finally convinced me to come inside the terminal to look for him there. When I spotted him I ran to him and hugged him very tight. He was his usual calm self. Nothing ever rattled that man. LOL The terminal was packed, everyone was waiting to use the phones, they worked sporadically at best. While we were waiting for the boat the second tower collapsed, we heard the roar and saw the debris hitting the windows of the terminal. By this time I was numb to everything.
On the ferry people were putting on life jackets, strangers were helping strangers. We were all dirty and crying and scared. I remember half way across the river the sky turned blue again and the sun resurfaced. Looking back towards the city everything was gray and ominous.
When we got off the ferry they made everyone get off the lower level, none of the buses were running. We luckily had our car in the parking lot, we were one of the last people to get our cars out that day. A friend had to wait a week to get her car back.
When we got home my sister, who was visiting from Italy where her husband was stationed in the navy, came running out with my niece, she was 6 months at the time, she gave me this huge hug and I remember telling her not to touch me I was disgusting, she just cried and said she didn't care.
I went right inside and took a shower. I cried in that shower for a good 30 minutes. The clothes I had been wearing sat on the floor in the bathroom for a week, I finally threw them out, I couldn't bear to ever wear them again.
Today was a day like 9/11/01, only it was a bit cooler than it was on that warm, sunny day. Every year on 9/11 I hope that people in other parts of the country are taking the time to remember the events of that day and that they still feel the empty sorrow that fills me every year on this day.
Never forget.