I had just emerged from below ground, having taken the No.1 downtown train, to 14th Street and Seventh Avenue. I had an appointment with my then therapist. It was such a beautiful, clear, crisp morning that was almost too perfect. Well, that was about to change.
As I approached St. Vincent's Hospital, I saw a group of Con Ed workers talking. Walking by, I caught something about a "plane hitting the World Trade Center." I was surprised, and walked on, thinking of the story my father once told me, of how a plane crashed into the Empire State Building, back in 1947. Nobody was really harmed, and I thought, at first, the World Trade Center incident was no more ominous than back in 1947.
Then, I saw what was pictured, above. My first thought was this was out of a 50's monster movie. People were standing in the middle of Christopher Street and Seventh Avenue South, where I now was, watching in horror. Then, the second tower seemed to go ablaze, and mass hysteria struck. Even more, when a woman , on her phone, shouted, "They hit the Pentagon!" That is when I knew we were under attack. Along with November 22, 1963, I knew this would be a benchmark date for my generation. And it is.
I was late for my appointement, but neither of us seemed bothered. I was in some kind of shock, and we talked of inconsequential things. This was on Waverly Place. When I was sent back into the fray, more people gathered in shock and horror, consoling each other. Suddenly, we all screamed, as before our eyes, the second tower fell before our eyes, slowly flattening out. People began to run. I began to walk. I wasn't certain where, though I eventually ended up at my workplace, where we watched the coverage, till told to go home.
That was two decades ago. I was 46, then; I am 66 now.
City life changed then; ironically, as a result of the current pandemic, another benchmark, it will change again.
We can never forget. But, twenty years ahead, I have to ask myself--
Where shall we be???????????????????
2 comments:
Thanks for sharing; I’m always interested in day-in-the-life stories, the mundane days as well as the horrific ones.
Victoria,
That day is etched in my memory.
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