On September 11, 2001 I was laying in a hospital bed, having just woke up, rather hazy from a drug induced sleep, I turned on the TV and watched as the first plane hit the World Trade Tower. I remember laying there in disbelief. How could this be happening?
I immediately called my husband, he was aware of the attacks. I just needed to hear his voice. I needed reassurance that only the man I loved could give. He promised to call me every fifteen minutes, just to check on me. He knew I felt so helpless laying in that hospital bed.
One of my nurses came in and we watched the news together, both of us not holding our emotions in. To see this footage live, to see the raw emotions on peoples faces, it was heartbreaking.
I couldn’t stay in the hospital, I was determined to go home, it didn’t matter what my doctor said. When he came in later that morning, I informed him I will be going home that day to be with my family, he understood. I spent the rest of the day watching the news with my family very close to me.
Where were you on 9/11/01?
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