9/11

Seven years ago today, my phone rang. I was still in bed. I looked at the called ID and rolled my eyes. It was Mike's mom "what does she want now?".

I picked up the phone and she said "turn on the tv, now". I didnt understand, why? what channel? what's the rush?. Her comment was "they are bombing NYC". I turned on the TV and watched in horror. WTF was going on? Its my HOME. I worked just blocks away from the WTC towers. At first like many Americans I felt horrific accident, another example of idiots who should not get them, getting a pilots license.

And that's when the 2nd tower got hit. I knew, it was no accident.

I called my mom and got through right away, I kept asking what's going on, is the whole city under attack? My mom said they have no idea. But my nephews school just called and told my brother he has 20 minutes to pick up the kids because the school is going under a lock down. And no one will be able to leave or come in untill whatever is happening is over. And than my mom spoke the words that made the world around me come crashing down... "we cant get in touch with dad, he had a meeting at the wtc today". OMG.

It was the last time I spoke to her for hours, I kept calling her and my brother and could not get through. I remember calling Mike at work and just crying.

I watched as the 1st tower collapsed and the 2nd, all I could think of is "is my dad there? I didnt tell him I love him".

Finally, during the evening the phone rang. It was my mom. Dad was ok. But stuck at work, because roads are closed. While on the way to wtc, he noticed someone forgot to add some blueprints and had to go back to Queens to get them. He got to his office and was angry, what a waste of time they caused. And that's when the towers got hit. God, does work in mysterious ways.

Today I am watching MSNBC, they have gone back in time and are showing their coverage from that day, as if it was that day.