I was driving to work, from NJ to DE. I typically listened to the Good Morning America simulcast that used to be on the radio (before digital) and parked the car maybe a minute before the first plane hit.
By the time I walked into the hospital and to my office, things already were falling apart. Family members were calling in to our staff to report what was happening. Much of it was rumor at that point. No one really knew what was happening. Some of our staff had kids in college in NYC and in DC, as well as other family working and living in those cities. Trying to reach anyone by phone was impossible- all lines were jammed.
A little while later, I had to pick up some supplies in a basement office and they had a TV on. As I waited for my supplies I was staring at an image of the smoking towers and right before my eyes one of them disappeared. I could not move. I could not speak. O.M.G. I was now officially terrified.
I knew I needed to go home. Rumors were rampant that the White House and Capital were the next targets. Or Philadelphia's historic buildings. Or Chicago or LA or DISNEY WORLD! There were rumors that the bridges and tunnels would all be closed. I had to leave NOW.
The drive home was eerie. A few people have already commented on the emptiness in the skies. No planes. Gorgeous blue sky and sunshine- but it was all wrong.
My kids had just started 6th & 9th grades. I didn't know if they were going to be sent home early or not. I did make it home before they did and they had lots of questions. All I could do was cry.
We live near where the planes prepare to land at Philadelphia airport, but also close enough to Fort Dix/McGuire AFB. There were no commercial planes in the skies for days after, but the fighter jets were frequent... and scary.
We put up our flags, wore our pins and continued to work and live. I played "We Go On" repeatedly - and it still makes me cry when I hear it.
I do agree we are stronger in many ways as a result. But a little less invincible as well perhaps?
Never forget.
