I thank you all for your stories they are to me an important part of what we experienced, God bless all of you and your families ,I find this time of the year is truly hard to deal with and I find that there are so many untold stories out there I truly believe that even though it DOES NOT take the pain and depression it helps to talk about what happened and where we were and where are family was. once again Thank You all

I will never forget where I was that day.  I was sitting in my Sixth grade Social Studies class when I found out. The more I found out, the more I started to worry.  You see my dad is a firefighter and has been for 29 years, and even though we live in Minnesota, I was worried that he was going to have to go over and help there and that I was never going to see him again, and I also knew I would be proud if he went but extermely worried.

The emotions I felt that day, combined with the irreprable damage done to our country leaves me unable to forget, which I know is a good thing. For no one should EVER forget that day!

I remember where I was.  I was at a school as a teacher.  Most people didn't know what was going on, but soon cars of parents started arriving to pick up their children.  Everyone was worried that things might happen in Houston because of the chemical industry here and NASA.  Soon the principal cancelled school and busses started arriving to pick up the children.

I still suffer from depression related to this incident, and every 9-11 day is hard for me.

lisabethk thank you to your husband and all our firefighters we are so grateful for all they do I don't even think a simple thank you is enough where would we be without your husband and you,and thank you for sharing your experience

damsell we are one and we will always be here for each other I truly believe this

Msoul and Lisabeth, thank you. Msoul, thank you for your kind words.  Lisabeth thank Scott for being a tremendous part of a horrendous occasion for all of us.  God bless him for not hesitating to jump in and be a hero.  Msoul, you didn't mention where you were that day.  I was glued to the tv and hysterical, debating about going and getting my boys from sschool.  I left them because I was fielding phone calls and crying all day.  It wouldn't have done any of us any good to bring them home.  Ugh!  GOD BLESS THE USA!!!!!!!!!!

I remeber where i was like it was yesterday ! My husband had left for work and it was my day off.I was in the kitchen of our apartment when i heard the guy on the news say they hit they hit the building. I spilled my coffee. I ran into the room and the phone rang it was my husband telling me  what occured. I just started thinking OMG WHY !!!!!! just WHY ??? my husband called again and said that they were on stand by and the base was locked down. And for me not to leave the house unless i heard from him.He told me to pack only essentials incase i needed to drive up there. I was terrified.

Scott and a few of his fellow brother's ( firefighters) ended up helping out in NYC. they drove a trunck down there to be pall bearers at several of the funerals. He was gone a few days. They later returned there to help out at ground zero. The fire Dept down there were so overwheled. I will never forget as I hope none of us will. That was a terrible day for our country !

god bless this great country of ours!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U>S>A>

damsell, I can't even imagine how hard that must have been for you, and your family thank you for shareing your experience. I know it doesn't take the pain away about that day but I find that when I talk about it each year at this time it helps a little

MSoul, My name is Bobbie and I live on Long Island.  My ex was working across the street from the twin towers.  he was at 1Liberty at the time.  He called me as I was driving home from dropping my sons offat school.  I heard about it on the car radio.  I had a phone message that said, I am fine.  i didn't hear from him again until I had received calls from people who saw him leave the building, but had lost track of him.  It was the longest day of my life.  He came home two days later.  He had seen unspeakable things.  In 1993, he missed the 5:33 to Valley Stream.   He was on the 5:38.  Colin Ferguson shot up the 5:33.  When I heard what train it was, I collapsed into my mother in laws arms and we both cried.  I was pregnant with my second child at the time!