I remember watching the towers get hit on CNN from my cube at work. I was working at UBS 51st & 6th.
I remember my boss, Aram, telling us to get the hell out of the building.
I remember saying goodbye to Aram in the lobby.
I remember my outfit.
I remember the amazing weather that day. Not a cloud in the sky.
I remember walking to the subway at Rockefeller. It was the quickest way to get home and I had no clue how bad it really was.
I remember calling Mama from the payphone before getting on the F train, bound for home. West 4th Street.
I remember Mama telling me that the Pentagon had just been hit.
I remember getting on the subway with people commuting to work that had no idea that anything had happened because they had been on the train for a while.
I remember getting stuck on the subway and just anxiously looking around and feeling very alone.
I remember walking to the end car so that we could get off the train at 23rd street.
I remember reaching the top of the stairs and seeing that the towers were gone.
I remember walking home against the flow of everyone else and stopping to listen to the car radios.
I remember getting home and and actually having a phone line.
I remember talking to Mama and at the same time watching the towers collaps for the first time on TV.
I remember being very scared.
I remember the smells that followed.
I remember Manhattan feeling like an eerie Si-Fi movie.
I remember the cheering on rescue workers on West St.
I remember going to St. Vincent's to donate blood.
I remember the Rubinson's opening their home up to me.
I remember Aram and I going to the Red Cross to offer up any help.
I remember Aram graciously putting me in a rental car so I could go to Memphis to be with my family.
I remember the drive home as friends and family called to check on me along the way and to to pray.
I remember the incredible number of American flags on display on the way home.
I remember the overwhelming emotion as I pulled in my driveway in Germantown, TN. I was home.
I remember the feeling of comfort that NYC gave me when I returned two weeks later.
I remember my boss, Aram, telling us to get the hell out of the building.
I remember saying goodbye to Aram in the lobby.
I remember my outfit.
I remember the amazing weather that day. Not a cloud in the sky.
I remember walking to the subway at Rockefeller. It was the quickest way to get home and I had no clue how bad it really was.
I remember calling Mama from the payphone before getting on the F train, bound for home. West 4th Street.
I remember Mama telling me that the Pentagon had just been hit.
I remember getting on the subway with people commuting to work that had no idea that anything had happened because they had been on the train for a while.
I remember getting stuck on the subway and just anxiously looking around and feeling very alone.
I remember walking to the end car so that we could get off the train at 23rd street.
I remember reaching the top of the stairs and seeing that the towers were gone.
I remember walking home against the flow of everyone else and stopping to listen to the car radios.
I remember getting home and and actually having a phone line.
I remember talking to Mama and at the same time watching the towers collaps for the first time on TV.
I remember being very scared.
I remember the smells that followed.
I remember Manhattan feeling like an eerie Si-Fi movie.
I remember the cheering on rescue workers on West St.
I remember going to St. Vincent's to donate blood.
I remember the Rubinson's opening their home up to me.
I remember Aram and I going to the Red Cross to offer up any help.
I remember Aram graciously putting me in a rental car so I could go to Memphis to be with my family.
I remember the drive home as friends and family called to check on me along the way and to to pray.
I remember the incredible number of American flags on display on the way home.
I remember the overwhelming emotion as I pulled in my driveway in Germantown, TN. I was home.
I remember the feeling of comfort that NYC gave me when I returned two weeks later.
4 comments:
wow leslie. beautiful. i am so glad you are my friend.
Thanks for sharing, Leslie. Made me cry!
Meg's friend-Dallas
Thank you for sharing such poignant memories. I think most of us identify with your feelings and we weren't nearly as close to the scene. God bless you.
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I tried to leave a message earlier but the technology over powered me.
I remember so clearly many, many htings about 9/11, mainly because you were there! Thank you God that Leslie was kept safe.
I love you, mom
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