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Originally Posted by mookiemookie
I was in Connecticut at school. It was a Tuesday morning, and I had English class to get to. I had just woken up in my apartment and I was cooking eggs. I flipped on the news to hear the latest in the Gary Condit/Chandra Levy media circus, and I saw that they were reporting on a plane that had crashed into one of the WTC buildings.
My parents were on their way to the WTC that morning. They were visiting NYC and one of my mom's friends was friends with the chef in the Windows on the World restaurant at the top of the North tower. They were going to go eat there that day.
So when I saw the second plane hit live on TV, I knew it was no accident. I tried calling my parents nonstop. Of course all the phone lines were jammed, so I couldn't get ahold of them. I spent a panicked two hours trying to reach them. Finally around 11:30 my aunt called me to say that my parents had gotten ahold of them and were fine. They were turned back at one of the bridges into the city after the planes hit. I'm very very grateful that things worked out the way they did that day.
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Crikey, mookie that must have been terrifying.
Especially since nobody in Windows on world made it out alive, all four stair wells were cut off by the point of impact in the North tower.