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Six years.
Sep. 11th, 2007 09:53 amSix years. Can it have been that long?
It was a beautiful morning, both here in Florida and in New York City. Pristine blue sky. I remember punching in at work at 8am and going about starting my routine. I was at Walgreens at the time and it was order day so I was in the office preparing to do that. Just after the first plane hit, our front end cashier and always a very sweet, up beat woman, came to the office and announced what a customer had just told her. A plane has gone into the South Tower of the World Trade Center in New York City. She was visibly upset, and I'd never seen her like that before.
Then a grim silence came over us as what she'd just told us sunk in. I thought no, maybe the customer... or even our cashier... was mistaken. My manager goes for a radio immediately, and the gravity of the situation settled in as we listened. Another plane, this one goes into the second Tower. God help us all.
Then two more hijacked planes. The Pentagon. Shanksville, Pennsylvania. The rest of the day was surreal. The customers we had were quiet... somber. We all were. We went about our day at work though it really felt only like going through the motions, honestly. I just wanted to be home, hug my family close and turn on the TV.
Once I was home from my shift and saw the first images of what I'd been listening to all day I burst out in tears. I was horrified. Numb. It couldn't be real. It couldn't. But it was. Our world changed forever that day.
I won't forget.
It was a beautiful morning, both here in Florida and in New York City. Pristine blue sky. I remember punching in at work at 8am and going about starting my routine. I was at Walgreens at the time and it was order day so I was in the office preparing to do that. Just after the first plane hit, our front end cashier and always a very sweet, up beat woman, came to the office and announced what a customer had just told her. A plane has gone into the South Tower of the World Trade Center in New York City. She was visibly upset, and I'd never seen her like that before.
Then a grim silence came over us as what she'd just told us sunk in. I thought no, maybe the customer... or even our cashier... was mistaken. My manager goes for a radio immediately, and the gravity of the situation settled in as we listened. Another plane, this one goes into the second Tower. God help us all.
Then two more hijacked planes. The Pentagon. Shanksville, Pennsylvania. The rest of the day was surreal. The customers we had were quiet... somber. We all were. We went about our day at work though it really felt only like going through the motions, honestly. I just wanted to be home, hug my family close and turn on the TV.
Once I was home from my shift and saw the first images of what I'd been listening to all day I burst out in tears. I was horrified. Numb. It couldn't be real. It couldn't. But it was. Our world changed forever that day.
I won't forget.
