I remember it was a beautiful sunny clear Tuesday morning. I remember thinking to myself that it would be nice to take the day off and do something nice outside. But I went to work anyway. The weekend before I attended my first Maloney’s Bike-A-Thon in Margate, NJ. A drunken bicycle ride down the shore starting at 7:30 AM. It was fun. A little ridiculous, but fun.
That Tuesday 9/11, I went to work from my apartment in Monmouth Junction, NJ to my job @ Health Answers in Pennington, NJ. I didn’t want to be there. A coworker woman notified me of a plane hitting the World Trade Center and I could care less because it didn’t affect me at the time. I think I actually said, “What a moron. How could you not see a building that big?” I had no idea it was a commercial plane. I thought it was a bi-plane who lost control and accidentally hit the building.
I then heard later about a second plane hitting the World Trade Center and once again I thought to myself, “That’s weird.” As I was busy with work to do, I started getting pissed off that people were gathering around listening to the radio instead of working. “Don’t you people have work to do,” I asked myself. “How come I am the only here working?”
It wasn’t until I heard the news about a plane hitting the Pentagon, that I finally realized, “Oh shit, were under attack!” It was so hard to believe at the time. Then, finally I heard about the plane that crashed in Shanksville, PA which was supposedly in route to crash into the White House. I remember thinking how brave those passengers & crew were and remembering that the biggest evidence of what happened on this day would come from that particular plane crash.
I received an e-mail around 12 noon on that day stating that because of the horrific events of the day that our office would be closing. I had no cell phone at this time. I remember leaving work, driving in traffic on Route 1 North back up to Monmouth Junction, NJ. I finally got home. My phone didn’t work. It kept saying that “all circuits are busy.” I turned on the TV and watched the World Trade Centers collapse. It was unbelievable. I couldn’t believe what I was watching. I thought the world was coming to an end. For some reason, I thought that it was about time we got our asses kicked just because we’ve been telling other countries what to do for years. I also thought to myself, what a genius plan! I thought the terrorists were geniuses. It almost worked to perfection! But it was the passengers & crew of United Airlines Flight 93 that spoiled that last crash. What heroes!
9/11 was a big wake-up call for this country. How can foreigners come into this country, train to be pilots, get through security with box-knife cutters, hijack our own planes and destroy our own buildings killing so many innocent people? It was, and still is, very disturbing. I couldn’t imagine being on any one of those planes, or in the World Trade Center on that day. It was horrible.