Monday, August 21, 2006
The Day The World Stopped
It was early in the morning. I had just gotten out of the shower. My phone rang.
"Jaimie, where's David?" It was my then-husband's father.
"In the shower. Why?"
"Jaimie, they just hit the World Trade Center with an airplane."
Here was a man who had no fear.
A man who raised his children in the projects of New York.
A man who used to run a numbers running joint in the back of his liquor store.
A man who sounded terrified.
We hung up the phone.
David got out of the shower. We watched the second plane hit Tower 2 on television, not believing what we were seeing.
"Shit! Shit! Shit!" he yelled.
"Come on, we gotta go to work," I told him.
I was 5 months pregnant, and for some unknown reason, I didn't have morning sickness this day.
We got into the car and tuned to the talk radio. And then we heard it.
The buildings fell.
"No!!!" David screamed.
"It's okay," I told him. "We saw the people leaving the building. They probably all got out."
"Impossible," he said. "They're dead. All dead."
When I got to work, we were walking our classes down the hall like zombies. Only half of my class was there that day, and those that were there had a lot of questions.
How do you explain to 5 year olds why thousands of people died right before their eyes?
Where Were You On September 11, 2001?
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