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September 11 Attacks When the Future Changed

Updated on November 24, 2014

Horrors No One Ever Expected to See

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Close Up and Far Away

You all know exactly where you were when you heard about the September 11 attacks, right? You may even remember what you were doing. It changed everything about us.

I've felt shy about writing of being so close to the disaster in 2001. Maybe it's because I was lucky, a witness, not a victim.

But I walked through my stunned, adopted hometown, shocked at a safe distance in a wounded city.

I decided to share my grain of history, what it was like to get through that day and the strangeness of those that followed, to add it to the record.

On a Terrible and Beautiful Late Summer Morning

Early on the morning of September 11th, 2001, a day without the slightest foreboding, I was ready to get going with a busy schedule, pulling things together in the office I shared with my friend Elliot at our company headquarters on John Street, a few blocks east of the World Trade Center.

Our building shook.

"What was that?" Elliot asked.

A sonic boom or some activity in the construction that was going on all around Wall Street those days, that was our consensus. Then something really strange happened. Scraps of paper began floating by our window, out a beautiful, clear blue sky.

Close to Broadway and its Canyon of Heroes, we'd seen paper - full sheets, replacing no longer used ticker tape - drift by our 10th Floor window before, tossed by people celebrating the Yankees' World Series wins from the sky high towers around us.

But this was different. The papers were tinged with burn marks, and a sickening smell and smoke drifted with them.

The first of the September 11 attacks had blasted the papers out of offices in the top floors of the World Trade Center as the first jetliner slammed into and almost through the North Tower.

Just Another Day Becomes Unforgettable

World Trade Center Tower Collapse
World Trade Center Tower Collapse | Source

A Mystery Filling the Sky with Smoke and Flame

As rumors started about what was going on, consensus being that a small plane had accidentally hit the tower, Elliot and I took the elevator downstairs and walked the three short blocks up John Street to Broadway.

All the way, we could see the top of the North Tower burning like a tortured candle. The intensity of the flames was really striking.

Weird what you remember, but my practical side observed the extent of the fire so high in the sky, guessing at about the 90th floor, and wondered if they would rebuild all of it or just repair it as a shorter tower.

The cops were not letting anyone cross Broadway, just a block from the tower, and the crowd we were in was thickening with the curious and awestruck.

Then a screeching sound tore through the narrow streets around us, echoing in all directions, just before a huge plume of pinkish smoke filled the entire plaza in front of us, billowing out from the South Tower toward its twin, already burning.

Any doubts we had about the origin of the first fire were erased instantly. The crowd turned away and ran back down John Street toward the river. I think we all shared the same instant insight - this was a terrorist attack. We were on the fringe of Wall Street and who knew where the next bomb or whatever it was would go off.

While it seems a little odd now that Elliot went back upstairs in our building, given the extraordinary situation, but we did.

When we got there, our office manager was on her knees with some coworkers, praying. It was surreal. A couple of doors away from hers, my boss was considering whether he should go out on an appointment scheduled nearby. He nodded silently when I told him I didn't think he'd get much of anyone's attention today.

My wife called and told me she'd watched the second jet crash into the South Tower live on Good Morning America. Charlie Gibson thought something was awry with the control tower at LaGuardia and planes were being directed into the World Trade Center.

Yes, surreal. Nothing like it. Nothing making sense.

I called Yuki, my contact at a company in midtown where I had an appointment to bring in an IT help desk candidate. I had to cancel. She understood, of course, but then one more strange thing happened.

The young man I'd planned to introduce, a Japanese native speaker with limited English skills, walked into our reception area. He'd boarded a subway train on a sunny morning in Queens and unexpectedly got off next door to hell.

I picked up the phone. "Yuki," I said. "We'll see you in a half-hour."

In The Middle, Almost - A City Shattered

Dust Covered 9/11 Victims
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The Impossible Becomes Possible

When things get extreme, my first instinct is to get into a regular routine, if one's available.

What I could do was get Joe, the job seeker I'd recruited from Seattle, on a train up to Midtown to meet Yuki.

The Chambers Street Station on the 7th Avenue IRT was just a block and half up John Street, and we entered with smoke billowing two blocks ahead of us like out of the mouth of a volcano. There were more people on the street as businesses and especially the government agencies were evacuating, sending their workers home.

On a crowded #1 train, a state worker told us about looking from their windows across Broadway while people leaned out the windows for air before jumping out of the North Tower to escape being burned alive.

Surreal, because it could be nothing else.

Our train went exactly one stop before stopping. The doors opened and closed, each time accompanied by the same safety warning. They opened again.

An announcement was made that our train, normally express, was going local. Then after some more door closings and openings, they announced it was going express.

A sense that panic was setting in was hard to avoid as was an awareness that we were a block away from the fire and stuck underground.

Finally, the train got moving, going express after all. Later, we found out that the first tower to collapse had fallen into the tunnel a hundred feet behind us.

Transferring to the Shuttle at Times Square, I overheard a woman tell a friend that the World Trade Center had fallen.

"Just a fire, lady," I thought derisively. One-hundred story buildings don't fall down from fires in the crown.

I led Joe through along the passages that led from the Shuttle stop in Grand Central to Yuki's building. By now, they weren't allowing any visitors upstairs.

Yuki came down to meet us. She walked across the elegant lobby where lunchtimes were normally treated with live piano music.

"Someone on the subway said one of towers came down..."

"It did," she interrupted, "and the other one just fell too."

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A smart, versatile office manager, Yuki interviewed Joe in a Starbucks while I sat out of hearing range, sipping coffee and discovering that my cellphone was out of service.

Later, we learned that many of the antennas cells depended on were at the top of the World Trade Center and, now, in a destroyed plaza full of rubble. I hadn't talked to my wife since before leaving my office or the towers' collapse.

Outside, Joe and I discovered that panic had set in. The City had overreacted and shut down all the subways, even though no one had attacked them or threatened to, leaving millions to find some other way to get home, often at great distances.

Hoping to get Joe on a Queens bound bus, I watched as several passed on Madison, too jammed full to allow new passengers. We caught some luck on Park Avenue where I'd been expecting to have no choice but to start walking Joe all the way out into Queens.

All he had for directions was a subway map with one stop circled, no address, no phone numbers. Then, just a couple of blocks up the street, a cab discharged its passengers right in front of us.

"Can you take my friend out to Queens?" I asked through the window.

"Yes," the cabbie agreed.

I put Joe and his subway map in the back seat.

I knew I'd be walking from here. Passing Saint Bartholomew's Church, I noticed that the priests had already set out signs offering refuge for anyone who needed it. A nice thought. Some people still had their heads on.

Going over to Second Avenue, hoping to find the Roosevelt Island Tram still running, expecting not to, I kept my eyes out for a pay phone to call home. Each one had long lines of people whose cellphones were also dead.

Rather than wait in line, I kept walking.

Rumors were filling conversations all around. A plane had crashed on the Washington Mall, someone said. Another was headed for Los Angeles.

Chilling, of course, later, that the reality turned out to be worse than the rumors.

At the Tram station on Second Avenue, I found, as expected, that it was also closed, relegating even more people to the count forced by the subways to long hikes without rational justification, compounding heartbreak and tragedy with unnecessary toil.

Crowds were already flowing in a steady stream across the roadway of the Queensboro Bridge, the only nearby aboveground route from Manhattan.

A few cars shared the lanes, and a pickup truck went by, too fast for safety, with people inside and hanging off the outside.

It reminded me of the news films I'd seen of refugees evacuating the Balkans, grim and determined, getting as far away as our legs would take us.

A fit long distance runner, I had it easier than most, even in dress clothes on a hot, late summer day.

The city was uncommonly quiet, the daily roar of traffic, the endless chatter, both diminished. The Bridge is more than a mile across, and as we neared the peak, the impossible plume of smoke rising on the southern horizon was deadening.

I'm sure I wasn't the only one wondering about my friends still there when the towers collapsed. Unaware they'd fallen straight down, hurling dust clouds for blocks, I wondered how far a falling building could spread its destruction.

I remembered meetings on the 100th floor and above where the streets below were like toys to a giant. How many were crushed under the collapse? What friends would I never see again?

And how lucky was I that fate had gotten me out of there moments before the worst happened?

Fighter jets screamed down river over the bridge, seeming close enough to hit with a well-thrown rock.

Theirs or ours?

The stars and stripes never looked better.

But where were they going? What terror were they racing to stop?

A few people cried, mostly quietly. After the jets passed, everyone stopped talking as we watched them disappear into the smoke downriver.

At the first exit, I walked off the bridge and started up toward home, passing the giant Ravenswood Power Plant, which struck me as a possible next target.

As I walked across the short drawbridge onto Roosevelt Island, a weird sort of normalcy took over.

You couldn't see smoke anymore, and the sirens had quieted an hour ago. Our building's work crew was cleaning up the little park in front.

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The South Tower Hit
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Safely Home, In Shock

I've always enjoyed coming home to my wife and cats in our great apartment along the East River, but today, it was more a relief and a refuge.

The television was on and, I realize now, in shock, I sat there and watched them replay the airplane hitting the South Tower and the unbelievable, but undeniable collapse of the towers.

For the first time, I heard about the Pentagon and the plane that went down in Pennsylvania. I just sat there.

"All morning, the FDR was filled with firetrucks with their sirens blaring. Then, there weren't any more," my wife told me.

The FDR borders Manhattan across the river from us, and it was a main route for emergency vehicles hurrying to the disaster scene. Many of the emergency workers who passed that morning met their worst fears.

Police officers and firefighters always know tragedy is routinely close for them. A tragedy this big could not have been imagined by any sane person.

My sister called. I told her I agreed with Mayor Giuliani. The death toll was going to be more horrible anything we could be expected to bear.

The pain finally was so great it had to be reduced to numbers. No one could endure the mountain of individual tragedies that 3,000 deaths accounted for in New York, Pennsylvania, Washington and in so many other places touched across the world.

What struck me as the day wore on and the news reports accumulated was the tiny number of injuries.

Triage units had been set up at nearby hospitals, but victims never came.

A television reporter at St. Vincent's in Greenwich Village was left with shots of empty wheelchairs and stretchers, none of any help in a tragedy so powerful only a few were spared.

An Answer To Terror Rises From The Rubble

After the wreckage from the 9/11 attacks was cleared away, a new Freedom Tower rose to in the skyline, 1776 feet in the American tradition.

Back to Normal?

Now that the Freedom Tower has been topped off and it's readied for occupancy, it's hard to look back and wonder how much we've learned.

Sadly, as a country, we raised few objections as we responded to violence with greater violence. In Afghanistan, where the plot to destroy the World Trade Center, the Pentagon and more was said to be hatched, the loss of lives continued for ten terrible years.

Many more civilians and soldiers have died and continue to than all those on 9/11. Does anyone believe we're safer?

Have all the deaths been worth the costs or the loss of freedoms we once took for granted?

Maybe the worst thing in the long run is that few here or abroad expect America to reliably do the right thing anymore, to stand by our ideals and respect for freedoms. Trust may have been our greatest loss.

Still, after all the struggles involved in putting a new World Trade Center building up, we might take a lesson about fixing on a goal and working through to achieve it.

That goal, I hope, is no more war and no more of its closest relative, terrorism that claims innocent civilians.

© 2013 David Stone

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      writerkath 3 years ago

      I found myself drawn in to your experience - this is one of the first accounts I've heard of someone who was right around the corner as things unfolded. I'm glad you shared the inner thoughts you had at the time as you walked back home. Surreal is the only word that seems right for this. It was equally surreal when I went to visit my aunt, who lived in Clifton, NJ, and driving over the rise on Route 3 (leading towards the Lincoln Tunnel), viewing the skyline and not seeing the WTC. Thanks for putting your story out there.

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      Lorelei Cohen 3 years ago from Canada

      I get the chills every time I remember that day. I think time stood still for all of us that day. It is a day which changed everyone.

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      TanoCalvenoa 4 years ago

      Thank you for creating this lens. Good information that will get people to think about what they've been told.

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      David Stone 4 years ago from New York City

      @EpicEra: Don't overestimate the constitution. It was written by and for a privileged class, almost exclusively of white men who owned property, intended to secure their status. Successive courts have managed to find what they want, from justification for slavery to undeclared wars with trumped up justifications.Some of the founding fathers, including Franklin, believed the constitution should be revised every 20 years or so. No document germane to that time in the 18th Century should be expected to be endlessly adaptable, but it's served its constituency so well, why change a good thing?

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      David Stone 4 years ago from New York City

      @HalloweenRecipes: There's an avalanche of misinformation on all sides, but if you really want a head scratcher, ask yourself how, in the wreckage of two airlines at WTC in which everything onboard was incinerated, two passports for alleged hijackers managed to be found in the ruble. Then, here's the best. Atta, the leader - his passport was found in luggage that never got put on the plane he hijacked, along with - conveniently - a list of the names of the other hijackers on all four planes. If his passport was in luggage left behind, how did he get through security and on the plane?

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      EpicEra 4 years ago

      I'm concerned for the American public about the global perception of the US gov's ongoing involvement in terrorist activities and the economy of war in general. The US war on drugs affects me as a user of medicinal marijuana - a plant that grows like a weed right where I live in Canada. I can't help but harbor ill feelings towards the US gov as the source of my rights being trampled on- and we're only talking about denying me the right to grow and use a plant. I can't even imagine how the average citizen in the middle east feels about the US gov and it's policies that are out of context with reality. The US gov needs to start admitting where they are going against their own constitution, and the war on drugs would be a great place to start.

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      HalloweenRecipes 4 years ago

      My son worked one block away. He got off the subway at the WWC and by the time he reached his building the planes hit. I have never been so frightened or so very grateful as I was on that dreadful day. Thank God, he made it home that night. I don't understand all that went on that day and I might believe the official story if a plane didn't get to the Pentagon. I cannot understand how that could possibly have happened.

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      David Stone 4 years ago from New York City

      @GrammieOlivia: Thank you. I don't believe we are any less safe, as Americans, than we ever were. Living in New York, I can tell you with authority that if anyone wanted to hurt us as our government wants us to believe, they've skipped a thousand easy chances just in our city. The biggest hoax may be the conspiracy to control Americans through trumped up fear.

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      GrammieOlivia 4 years ago

      A sad day in history and so many lives will never be the same again. Our sense of calm and decency has taken a hard hit. There are No safe places anywhere in the world if someone has a mind to make it unsafe. Sad!Thank you for sharing this!

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      David Stone 4 years ago from New York City

      @JoanieMRuppel54: Thanks, jsr54. It took a long time for me to be ready to write it, which is quite a different thing from telling the story. Thanks, again.

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      Joanie Ruppel 4 years ago from Keller, Texas

      While enjoyed seems to be the wrong word, I thoroughly enjoyed reading your account of the 9/11 tragic event. It is the type of content Squidoo has been asking us to write and you did it very well.

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      David Stone 4 years ago from New York City

      @Ann Hinds: True, wordstock. I wish I could say that out leaders learned a lesson. Individually, maybe. As a group, as blind and thickheaded as before.

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      Ann Hinds 4 years ago from So Cal

      Dave, thanks for sharing your story. Based on the comments it is apparent that we are all still shocked by the events of that day and even I took the time to share my story. I think it is important for us to realize we are joined together forever by this event and have an opportunity to share our feelings and the unbearable grief that touched us all.

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      David Stone 4 years ago from New York City

      @Ruthi: It still seems sort of make-believe to me, even after having relived it so many times.

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      David Stone 4 years ago from New York City

      @Diana Wenzel: A few days after the disaster, my wife and I went downtown, as close as they'd let you on - I think - Greenwich Street. All the volunteer firefighters who were working in the pit, looking for survivors, were pouring out, coming up the street to take a break. They were from all over the country, and we New Yorkers were applauding as they passed. It was a hell of a moment, considering we were in the city so many others loved to hate at the time.And there was the church on Broadway, a block from the North Tower, all covered with banners from around the world. It really brought us all together and made the world a smaller place. But I think we, then, blew the chance for international unity. No an opportunity we will have again in the same way.

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      Ruthi 4 years ago

      I can not even begin to imagine what it must have been like to have been so up close and personal to the horrors of 9/11. Even after reading your account of the attacks it remains surreal to me. I doubt the American people have been told the truth, the whole truth, and the world may never know.

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      Renaissance Woman 4 years ago from Colorado

      I cannot imagine being on the streets that day, so near Ground Zero. This was a powerful account of the many lenses through which emotions and perceptions are filtered when living a tragedy in the first person. I know I'll never be the same, though my experience was different from those of you who stood so close to the front lines. I'll always feel more vulnerable. What I appreciated most in the days immediately following 9/11 was the intense patriotism and sense of deep community that was so pervasive. Wish that kind of pulling together and unity could arise without a national tragedy.

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      David Stone 4 years ago from New York City

      @adragast24: One of those things without measure, adragast, across multiple dimensions.

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      David Stone 4 years ago from New York City

      @grannysage: Regrettably, I agree with you, and it's sad how freely most Americans let their centuries old rights be taken away.

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      adragast24 4 years ago

      Thanks for telling us your side of the story, it was really nice to hear a personal experience about it. Conspiracy or not, this event is a tragedy and I have a lot of sadness for all the victims, their relatives, friends, the US....

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      grannysage 4 years ago

      Thank you for sharing your perspective. We all experienced different things, and your experience provides insight into what it was like to actually be nearby. I do think the terrorists won a victory because we have been so scared we keep giving away our rights so that we can't live in our own country without being looked over by Big Brother.

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      Tim Bader 4 years ago from Surrey, UK

      @David Stone1: I agree, Dave. I think it changed attitudes in most of the Western world.

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      Nancy Carol Brown Hardin 4 years ago from Las Vegas, NV

      I agree with Susan52, I'm sure you had a difficult time writing this, but you did excellent work on it. I read every word, and my heart broke again, as it did when it all happened. Thank you for sharing this story.

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      David Stone 4 years ago from New York City

      @mbgphoto: Public as it was, it seemed to hit everyone at a personal level too, unshakeable memories.

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      Mary Beth Granger 4 years ago from O'Fallon, Missouri, USA

      Wow..Dave this is an excellent page that I am sure was hard to write...it brings tears to my eyes just to read it. On 9/11 I watched the events unfold on TV from the safety of our office in Kansas City. It seemed surreal, my assistant had children in the military that were stationed near D.C. and her panic grew as each event unfolding. A very sad time in our history...one I will never forget.

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      David Stone 4 years ago from New York City

      @SusanDeppner: Now you understand why it took 12 years to write.Thanks.

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      David Stone 4 years ago from New York City

      @Tim Bader: In my opinion, Tim, it changed the world irreversibly. It certainly changed a lot about New York and our sense of being invulnerable.

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      Susan Deppner 4 years ago from Arkansas USA

      This was very hard to read. I'm sure it had to be hard to write, even all these years later. I really appreciate your story.

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      Tim Bader 4 years ago from Surrey, UK

      Thanks Dave, for a thoughtful article.I remember exactly where I was (just like my parents remember where they were when JFK was shot), watching those terrible events from the safety of the UK.I always remember feeling both how awful it was but also a concern (and kind of a sense of doom) as to what the response would be...

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      David Stone 4 years ago from New York City

      @aka-rms: It was harder to write than it seems, Robin. A lot of moments still give me a chill - as did your comment.The event and the other world changing one in my lifetime, JFK's murder, spurred me to write a series of novels about the wild American times between them.Thanks (and for the purple star.)

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      Robin S 4 years ago from USA

      I was living on Long Island at the time. I'll never forget how I found out about it. My friend called and shouted, "put on the news". I said, which channel? She said all of them.

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      David Stone 4 years ago from New York City

      @LoriBeninger: Hope's good, but there's lots of work ahead. As we can see from Obama's determined plan to bomb Syria, we still think responding to violence with more violence can be productive. It's a cycle intelligent people should refuse to support.Thanks.

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      LoriBeninger 4 years ago

      Dave, an incredible tale of an incredible event...the likes of which I hope we never see again.