The date was Tuesday, September 11. A day that will stick with me forever, as it will for all mankind. I had just left my home to go to work. I opened the van door, slid in my seat and buckled up. I placed the key into the ignition, started up the van and went to work. I turned my radio on, wishing the weekend were closer. I accepted it wasn't so I continued on to work.
There was a simultaneous broadcast from the local television station on the radio. It's my favorite channel, because I can catch all the national news live as I drive to work which is only 10 minutes away. I vaguely recalled hearing something about a plane crashing into one of the World Trade Towers. I assumed it was a pilot error or engine trouble. I didn't hear much more than that as I arrived at work.
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United StatesAs I entered into the building, my thoughts turned to my workload. I sat down at my desk, logged into my computer. Three cubicles down, a person had his radio on and I could hear several people talking excitedly. I walked over and asked what was going on.
Someone told me that a second airliner had crashed into the other Trade Tower in New York. He also mentioned this could be a terrorist attack.
I felt a tingling sensation as I slowly realized what was happening. I began to feel sick to my stomach. I sat down placing my head in my hands , listening intently to the radio. I I picked up the telephone and called my wife. I asked her to pull our kids out of school. I felt the need to protect them, to ensure they were safe at home.
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