Remembering 9/11

We all have our memories of that day. My personal anxiety was locating my daughter, attending Columbia U in Manhattan, living in Brooklyn and moving to Massachusetts in pursuit of her career. There was no cell phone service to area code 917, so I wasn’t able to reach her for hours.

I was an elementary schoolteacher in those days, school doesn’t stop because planes flew into the World Trade Center.  Maintaining my worry and teaching…I don’t think anyone learned that day.  Several hours later, my mother found my daughter, safely in Massachusetts.

Through the eyewitness account on twitter last night, one of my friends, who lives and works in New York City, shared her story.

SassNSauce is just as her screename implies; sassy and saucy. Ten years ago, she was working dual roles as a manager at a call center and in sales, and was supposed to go to the World Trade Center that morning to call on a client. 

She didn’t like sales, so she decided to call instead of going. That ‘sassy’ decision saved her life. She also dismissed the women working under her, they needed to see about their families.  This was in spite of the fact that, after the attack, the bosses wanted the women to stay.

She also spoke of the vulnerability she felt while in that crowd crossing the Brooklyn Bridge. Who knew what would be attacked next that morning?

That personal story, shared by someone I interact with, brings home the human aspect of this horrible day in American History.

We will never forget.