Everyone seems to be writing about their memories of 9-11. I am not quite sure why, but seeing as they are, and I feel I’m every bit as special as everyone else, I have mine.
I was at work and someone rang my boss. A few minutes later, the internet connection collapsed and we wound up in the one room that had a television.
I can remember standing in that room watching the news report and realising that one of my cousins worked there. You don’t think of these things, you know, of what people do every single day of their lives until something like this happens. We couldn’t get any news because of course, phones to North America that evening were just not happening.
Eventually – overnight I think in the end, at some stage, someone tracked down a family member who got a call from New York who told us that the cousin who worked in the World Trade Center was safe, had actually called in sick to work that day. And that the other cousin who was cabin crew for one of the American airlines was also safe as her flight – NYC to Los Angeles – had been grounded before it took off. Friends of the family lost their son however.
I can remember being told to make sure my phone was on at all times that day. Just in case. Be ready to go to work during the night. Just in case.
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