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Sunday, September 11, 2011
You can't escape the stories they've had on the news all week. It's a day in history we'll never forget. One of those days you'll never forget where you were or what you were doing. A time of immense heartbreak we thought we'd never recover from. Tears were shed, songs were written and heroes were made. It's hard to believe it's been ten years.
Where were you on 911? I was on a plane that morning, heading for Oklahoma. Hubby and I never made it.In Kansas they made us get off the plane. After that, unimaginable chaos, and shock. Everyone that had a cell phone had it glued to their ears. Not an airport phone could be found where there wasn't a line of anxious people waiting for their turn. Neither hubby or I had a cell at that time. A kind stranger gave us the use of his.
Mountains of luggage dotted the airport. We surprisingly found ours after several hours. Something so unimportant in the grand scheme of things, yet it somehow made a stressful, unplanned situation normal. I can recall a group of us discussing a way to get back home. We even thought about renting a U-haul but other resourceful travelers were a head of us and there were none to be found. No taxis, no rental cars, nothing to get us out of the airport to even a nearby hotel.
Luckily my hubby had a grandson living 5 hours away. He dropped everything and came to get us. During our wait we found a couple chairs in an airport bar and sat, watching the towers fall over and over again. Too numb with disbelief to respond except with tears. Everyone was crying that day.
After a week with hubby's grandson and family we were on the first plane that left the airport. We sat in first class with pilots who had been stranded. Can you imagine being on a plane right after 911? I think I drank a bottle of wine. What made it worse was that we flew right into a storm as we neared Florida, so the turbulence was frightening. I found myself glancing over at the pilots nearest us to see what their reactions were. I needed to know the shaking of the plane was normal.
I couldn't wait to see and hug my daughter.