20 Years Later, A New Order To Our Lives
As people were preparing to go about another routine day, events were unfolding that would shock our country and the world. At airports in the East coast, people boarded planes and prepared for flights.
As best as can be acknowledged, groups of flight trained terrorists, commandeered 4 domestic flights and set to their agenda.
The first plane struck the North Tower of the World Trade center in New York City shorty after 8:30 Am. Within minutes, the South Tower was also hit.
In Washington DC, a 3rd plane struck the Pentagon building, and alert passengers, listening to news in a fourth plane intended to hit the White House, retook the plane, which crashed into a field in Pennsylvania.
With so little information available, government authorities put the Nation on Lockdown and all mass transportation came to a halt.
People became locked to their news broadcasts trying to glean as much information as would be allowed to be released.
For some of us, it was only a beginning of a trip to return home. My job at the time required me to travel a lot and that week, I was working with field representatives in Memphis. As we walked into the lobby for our scheduled appointment that morning, we saw people running into a conference room to pick up the news on a TV. It was at that precise moment that the second tower got hit.
The engineers that were supposed to meet with us cancelled the meeting and we left the building, but needed to regroup as we could not leave the area. I had flown into Memphis, but for sure could not fly out.
Over the next 5 days, I was driven in a relay manner, from Memphis to Charlotte, NC by business contacts I knew through the area. In Charlotte I rented a car , reserved by a niece that lived in the area and started the drive back to Newark Airport in New Jersey where I was to exchange cars and finish the drive to the airport in Connecticut where my car was parked.
As I was driving up the New Jersey Turnpike around mid day on Saturday of that infamous week, the smoke could still be seen rising from Ground Zero where the twin towers had graced the skyline of Manhattan just days before.
I got home late Saturday night and was thankful that I was unharmed and safe.
It would be weeks before I attempted to fly again and even then it was with great security and caution. Body frisking and wands were the way at the time, and for me it was a sign to find something less challenging and where I could go home every evening. The attacks put me into real estate 2 years later.
September 11, 2001 The Day Our Lives Changed Forever