I grew up two blocks from the World Trade Center. I was so close they lit up my bedroom, I actually would say stare at them out my window everynight when I was little in awe of them. I was on my way to the mall under the north tower to buy a shampoo. On my way there I seen where the first airplane hit. As i stood there in shock when out of no where the ground rumbled and a second plane which was so close to me I felt like i could reach out and touch it, slammed in to the south tower. When the fire ball exploded out the ground shook and the people who were in front of me turned to run and trampled over me. I picked myself up and ran straight to my daughters preschool screaming the whole way because I had just witnessed hundreds of people killed in an instant. I could go on about that day but it's still very hard for me to talk about. This is the first time I have written about this. Today is a very dark day but the spirit of us New Yorkers are strong and we have and continue to march on. Rest in peace angels of 911.
Eileen, Thank you for sharing your story. It's important that we never forget. Stories like yours will keep the memory alive. I can't even begin to imagine how horrifying it must have been for you to see (and feel) the second plane crash. I would have run to my child too. My thoughts and prayers go out to all of those who lost loved ones on that terrible day.
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