I know I usually don't post on weekends, but I cannot let today pass with out saying something. September 11, 2001 started out just like any other day for me, just like everyone else in America. I got up, dropped Ski Jr. off at the babysitter's, and went to the job I despised. I poured a cup of coffee, and started to pull the day's credit reports. ( I was a mortgage loan processor.) I remember the phone ringing and someone sayingg a plane had crashed into one of the Twin Towers, and I remember thinking that it was sad, but probably just a Cessna.... Then we started getting more information, and I remember being horrified- I remember everyone huddling around the computers trying to find out as much as we could- we had no access to television. Once the plane hit the Pentagon, we started to freak out more- we lived in a major military area, what if they hit us next? I remember everyone spent the day trying to call loved ones, even though we didn't know anyone in the towers, and no one could get through to anyone. I remember freaking out because I couldn't reach my babysitter, and being frightened because we were living right by the airport. We finally left work early, and I rushed to get Ski Jr, and spent the rest of the day and long into the night in front of the television, crying non stop...
I know everyone has their own story of that day, and I thank God that I lost no one close to me, and I pray for the families that did. I want to thank those of you that serve our country and have love ones that serve.
Until Later,
Amberski
