9/11/01

I was pregnant with Trinity and at work, Sitting in my coworker’s office talking shop.
HR came in to tell us that a plane had just crashed into the World Trade Center. We didn’t think much other than it was an accident. We were so innocent and naïve back then.
We continued to talk.
When HR came back to tell us that the second plane came in and they thought it was a terrorist attack, we got up and hooked up the TV.
Jeff had called me to tell me that everyone at his work was glued to the TV and that they suspected it was planned. People there were leaving work and going home.
We both agreed that it was an overreaction.
We watched the horror unfold before our very eyes.
Little snippets of news would trickle in…
…phone calls to loved ones
…people jumping out of buildings
…a plane going down that was headed for DC
Jeff called again to tell me that it was bigger than we initially thought and that he loved me. We talked again if we should go home, but decided to stay until our superiors said anything.
…Another coworked who lived nearby went and got her portable TV to set up in the conference room.
…The phones rang off the hook.
…A friends’ daughter worked in the Towers
…Another friend worked in the Pentagon

We thought it was a faraway incident and it would never affect us.
Boy were we wrong.