Contributed by: Terri Trahan
Contributor's location on 9/11: Houston, TX
Contributed on: August 27, 2007

I remember that morning as if it was yesterday. I was starting my day with my 1 year old daughter. My husband was getting ready for work. Life was good! How was I to know that a couple of hours later I would be a heap on the floor, crying my eyes out. I'm from Texas but lived in Manhatten for several years. How could this happen? Are the towers really falling? Is this a bad dream? What about my baby? I remember thinking when the TV footage started on the first plane to hit a tower "planes just don't hit building like this, someone is doing this on purpose". Then, number two, then the pentagon. I felt like I wanted to go somewhere to hide, but where? I felt like I needed to call everyone I knew to find out if they were OK. My heart, my prayers, to all of you who lost family and friends. My admiration and soul to all of the rescuers that lost, and those who risked their lives. Our world will never be the same, but our hearts will heal.

Cite as: Terri Trahan, Story #41344, The September 11 Digital Archive, 27 August 2007, <http://911digitalarchive.org/stories/details/41344>.
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