
I just returned home from a business trip. As I made the 7 hour drive home today I thought a lot about whether or not to post today. I just read the blogs of Sally and Riley and wanted to respond. I knew the reply would be lengthy so I am posting here instead.
Sept. 11, 2001 I was on my way to a conference in Lake Placid NY. I was with co-workers. 7 of us total so we were in 2 cars. We passed through NYC that morning at about 5 AM. As we approached the city I looked to see the familiar sight of the skyline. It included both towers. We stopped for gas about 8:30. The sun was shining and the sky was blue. It was a perfect day. We got back on the road and everything seemed just fine. It was not long after that one of the code officers in the other vehicle called me on the radio and asked if we had the news radio on. I replied that we did not. He then told me that a plane had just hit one of the trade towers. I assumed it was simply a small plane and that it would be easily controlled. Planes have hit the Empire State Building in the past too.
When I turned on the news I learned it had been a jet. I listened as the news gave the unfolding details and I listened as the reporter suddenly yelled that another plane had hit the other tower. Instantly we knew this was not simply an accident. As we drove further we listened as the events of that day unfolded. Immediately I began to think of my wife and children. Living on an island where the only way off is through the city, I knew they were suddenly cut off from the rest of the world. I started trying to recall which way the wind was blowing. What if there was bioweapons on the plane? Or nuclear? Would the wind carry and kill everyone we knew on the island?
I grabbed my phone and tried calling home. I needed to hear what was happening there. All I got was a busy signal. And so it went for many hours that day. Phone calls home were met with that annoying buzz buzz buzz. I was scared and unsure of what to do. We found out that all the bridges and tunnels were in lock down. Now we could not get home if we wanted to. This was certainly not the time to test how far my badge would get me in a crisis.
When we arrived at the hotel all we could do was watch the TV and pray. And so it was for all of us from all over New York that were this conference. An emergency meeting was called for those that had arrived. We were informed that we were all on stand-by. Our services were offered to the Governor of the State. We may be going in to assist in damage assessments as the search for survivors continued. It was not till 2 days later that we were informed that due to the overwhelming response and the realization that there was little hope for survivors, we would not be needed at that time.
I was finally able to get a land line call through early that evening. I found out that my family was fine. And the images on TV had shown that all the smoke was blowing out over the ocean and not over the island. My wife was also relieved to know I was fine. She said to me, "I knew you were passing through the city and I know you. You would have been running into the buildings doing anything you can to help as many people as you could." Four days later we were finally able to get home. You better believe my family got some very big hugs.
As the days went by, I learned of the deaths of people I had known. The memories of that day still haunt me. It is only through talking to my friends and some therapy that I am finally able to face this day each year.....tm