September 11, 2001
9/11/2001.., was a beautiful morning -- blue skies, sun shining… I was a New Yorker living in Los Angeles and I would wake up very early in the mourning, sometimes as early as 3:45 am to do an hour and fifteen minutes of yoga, followed by an hour of meditation. But that morning I woke a little before 5:00am and did a quicker than normal yoga session -- a few sun salutations, a couple of asanas and for some reason decided to skip the meditation part…
It was about 5:30am, I put on some coffee and sat drinking it on my tiny balcony, looking at the Hollywood Hills -- a beautiful way to spend the early hours of the morning before most were even awake… My phone rang at 5:50am -- it was a New York phone number I was not familiar with -- TURN ON THE NEWS A PLANE JUST FLEW INTO THE WORLD TRADE CENTER. It was my best friend in New York, he was working for Good Morning America in the middle of Times Square -- TURN ON THE FUCKING NEWS, he yelled through the phone…
Right there on my television was the North tower of the WTC with a big hole, black smoke and flames shooting out of it -- HOLY SHIT! Yes HOLY SHIT, was the only thing going through my mind. We still had no idea that America was under attack, it just as easily could have been an accident… And then, as we were talking on the phone, staring at our televisions -- BAM, right there on our screens another plane slammed into the south tower of the WTC -- WHAT THE FUCK, we both gasped, then the next thing I heard was -- "Bro, I gotta go, I think NYC is under attack." And he hung up.
-- Melissa Harrington Hughes, Floor 101
It was completely surreal, watching that second plane turn right into the South tower.., and explode… And you just knew something was wrong! Little did any of us know, it would lead to a never-ending state of war… Being somewhat shocked and pacing around my apartment staring out at that beautiful day, I picked up the phone and called a fellow NY'er and good friend I was supposed to have breakfast with in a few hours -- Big Pussy from the cable TV show the Soprano's… "Vinny turn on the TV, New York was just attacked." I think he thought he was still dreaming or something, but once he turned on the TV, before he hung up, he said -- "Im on my way over!"
On his way, he picked up another New York friend of ours, Lisa… As the three of us paced the floor of my apartment on Sunset blvd, we had no idea what to do… Vinny tried to call the airport and get us all on flight back home immediately -- but all flights had been grounded. We called a NYC detective friend (Arthur) and told him we might jump in Vinny's rental car and head for NY -- when the Pentagon was hit! The three of us and Arthur were freaking out, as Im sure most NY'ers and Americans were -- "Guys, just sit tight, I'll let you know what's going on." And he hung up.
We were helpless… 3000 miles away from home.., and there was nothing we could do. As boats and ferry's sped as fast as they could toward the burning buildings (just like any true NY'er would), to help and evacuate lower Manhattan and usher the panicked souls to safety. The three of us sat transfixed, staring at the TV.., as people chose to jump to their death instead of burning -- we watched as body after body fell from the sky…
-- Brian Nunez, Floor 104
Just as the three of us finished up calling our families back east.., there was complete silence as we watched the south tower start to collapse.., and tears started to roll down each of our faces… And then, another plane went down just outside of Pennsylvania. We were stuck 3000 miles away as our family, friends and neighbors were dealing with their own personal hell. We all knew people that worked in those buildings -- heck, I poured so many of them their first drink after a longs days work -- from Cantor Fitzgerald to Windows on the World, people from all walks of life, that just went to work that day.., never knowing it would be their last.
Los Angeles is kind of a strange place.., all you really ever hear about is the entertainment industry -- but this day was different, unique. As news reports came hit the airwaves, movie studios were put on high alert. Actors, directors, producers, writers.., all started calling or just stopping by my apartment -- many of them NY'ers who had been living in LA for many years.., we all congregated at my apartment, not knowing what to do.., or say -- there was lots of hugging and crying… And being LA, there was no shortage of marijuana, which was greatly appreciated -- and needed.
Nobody wanted to leave… Since we couldn't get back to our fellow NY'ers back east, at least some of us could be together.., to sit and wait for more news. We sparked up the grill on my balcony, a few people ran out to the grocery, some others to the liquor store… We ate, drank, smoked, hugged and cried a lot that day -- some waiting to hear from people, they would never hear from again. Things changed that day, not just for a country or world.., but for individuals. It was one of those moments in your life, where you remember exactly where you were, what you were doing.., and who you were with -- like the day JFK was shot or the day we landed on the moon -- surreal, like a dream.., or to be more precise -- a nightmare.
As day turned to night.., and people started to leave (I think the last people left around midnight), we hugged some more.., and the one sentence I kept hearing, as they left was -- "I'll call you if I hear anything…" It was a day, even though we were not in NYC, that none of us will ever forget.., and how the phrase -- there's strength in numbers, could never have been more true. Although our City -- our home 3000 miles away was burning, we were able to bring a little comfort to each.., just by being together…
It's been 16 years since that fateful day.., and I haven't spoken to or even thought of some of the people that were at my apartment that day in years… But every year around this time.., I think about them all.., and how lucky we all were to have each other to lean on, as our city burned!
P.S.,
Im aware of many of the theories surrounding that day.., and who was ultimately responsible. But that day, in my apartment, it wasn't about that… It was about, people we lived with side by side -- dying.
The bolded quotes are phone calls from people inside the Towers to their loved ones -- that didn't make it out.
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Wow, this is very moving. I was only in 3rd grade when this happened. I was at school at the time, but I don't remember my parents telling me about it so I'm not sure what it was like for my little brain to understand.
Im sure your parents were just trying to protect you from the ugliness of that day.... Thanks for the comment.
Horrific day not only for new yorkes but for the hole world. To see what a few hardcore believers of a religion can do in name of there god.
The world was shocked (is still shocked) that so many inocent lives where lost in such a brutal attack.
It was a rough day for everyone...
the pain is still there and it will not be forgotten for years to come by :(
It was a painful day, for sure.
It's a real tragedy.It's an ominous history September 11, 2001.It was a spark for wars all over the world
Never-ending freaking war.., I hear ya, @mounirzaza07
I still remember that day like it was yesterday, woke up and turn on my tv and was watching the events unfold in sheer horrid. Must have stayed glue to my tv the whole time switching channels. Was suppose to work that night but they called off work so a few of us gathered at a nearby bar and sat there spectating the television of any further news. That day was so surreal.
It was hard to believe it was actually happening... I have a meeting at a bar 2 blocks from there later today, Im sure that's all we will talk about.., even 16 years later.
This made it, man.
Whatever happened that day affected us all in some way - I remember sitting in my 7th grade English class with the news blaring with my in teacher in hysterics. Later I found out that her husband was on a plane headed towards NY or a surrounding state, thankfully he was safe...But many people weren't so lucky.
It changed a lot, for a lot of people... Good to hear from you, hope all is well.
All well here - hope the best for you, Mack!
The world stopped that day. Doesn't seem as long ago as it has been. May the memories of those lost, be a blessing to their family and friends.
It was a rough day, for sure...
Thank you for your story it is one that is not heard enough.
Thanks @redsfallin... Im sure how that day 16 years ago would have turned out, if I had to spend it alone.
Extremely poignant read. Thank you for posting.
Thanks @liquidsolomon.., appreciate it.
you may say its not about blame , but it is as the Jersey Girls showed the world forcing the sham investigation , when you watch all those people falling from the towers and consider new york was covered with a layer of toxic dust you should get damn angry and ask those questions , the evidence of your own eyes is enough with out the avalanche of evidence that has been discovered since , but Americas dont do much , JFK proved that , shame for all those who were blamed and now dead , shame you cant go on holiday to the birth place of civilization , Iraq , a bit too toxic with all the depleted uranium , shame those responsible still have jobs that your tax money pays for
Wow... Sounds like you have all the answers...
no i dont have all the answers but you have to be purposely ignorant not to see the foul play , i wonder what it will take , for them to come on TV and say we did it , as you say in America " grow a pair "
I don't trust this gov't as far as I can throw them... I think Donald Rumsfeld, Dick Cheney and all the Bush's are complete shit. But that's not what this post was about. It was about a group of people helping each other through an extremely difficult situation.
And the next time you want to imply someone is ignorant or as you say "grow a pair of balls" do it to their face like real man, or not at all!
wow calm down rambo , direct your temper to those who caused all the pain , who stood there and lied to your face , and laugh at you all the way to the bank ,