A Time of Not Knowing

We moved from New Jersey to Northern Virginia in 2000 on a corporate transfer, leaving two daughters, a son-in-law and a son-in-law to be all in Manhattan. My older daughter worked as an associate in a law firm with offices in the World Trade Center.

On the morning of September 11, sometime after 8:00 as I rushing to get ready for a welcome back coffee for an non-profit the phone rang. It was my daughter and she said "Mommy, I'm calling to let you know I'm all right". My reply was that I was glad she was fine but why wouldn't she be. She told me that a close fried from law school, who lived not far from the World Trade Center, called her and told her not to go into work yet, they thought a small plane had hit the antenna on top of the tower. She asked that I call her daddy and tell him she was okay.

I turned on the TV just in time to see the second plane hit. I picked up the phone to call my husband, and I got voice mail, he was in a meeting, please leave a message. I told him our daughter was safe.

When the plane hit the Pentagon, the people in his meeting could see smoke from the room they were in. They ran out looking for news and saw a TV with the second tower collapsing in New York. He had not been back to his office, he had not received my message, he didn't know if he was watching his daughter in the carnage. It was hours before he knew.

Every year on September 11th we remember all who were not as fortunate as we, and give thanks that we were spared.

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