has many stories. It is interesting that I am writing this piece because it is still such an emotional event. I think of that day often and do not need the media to remind me to reflect upon it.
There were many thousands of people affected much more deeply than me; it is amazing how an event like this can have such a strong nationwide impact. So here is my story: and Park Avenue. I happened to work late the night before and had a late morning doctor’s appointment. I decided to sleep in and go straight to my appointment.
They had restarted the train system and there was a train leaving within the hour going to Harrisburg, Pennsylvania with a connection in Philadelphia. Only to find out after I boarded that service ended in Philadelphia. My Dad picked me up in Philadelphia and I spent much of the next 48 hours transfixed by the news. But finally I had to turn it off.
When I returned to our apartment near NYU Medical center the reminders were constant. There were posters with pictures of missing loved ones hanging on all of the poles in my neighborhood.
I put on a backpack, had the neighbor agree to watch the animals, and started walking across town to Penn Station.
During the approximately 30-minute walk across 34 street, I do not remember seeing anyone except one driver in an emergency vehicle.It is interesting that I am writing this piece because it is still such an emotional event.I think of that day often and do not need the media to remind me to reflect upon it. The memory lived on in those posters and temporary morgues for many months after September 11. The level of loss and people affected by one or two degrees of separation was staggering.After five very challenging days in the Paris and London airports my husband finally made it home. We had a long planned vacation to Italy and France that we were supposed to leave for within days of his return. After much discussion regarding safety and appropriateness we decided to go.After many hours of spotty conversation with my family, I decided that I would try to leave the city. Many people will recall that it was not clear if there were going to be more attacks.Rumors of car bombs and small chemical weapons in apartments were rampant.I was awakened by the phone. It was my husband who was in Paris on business and he had panic in his voice.He told me to turn on the television and that New York was under attack. How he had the insight to say that when only one plane had hit the tower so far still amazes me.I turned on the television in time to see the second plane hit the tower.The feeling was overwhelming, only to be topped a few minutes later by the towers starting to crumble and fall.