I was 23 years old and blissfully awaiting the arrival of my daughter. I lived in Exton, Pennsylvania and was getting ready to go into work at Power House Real Estate. I remember at first seeing the breaking news on my TV and not understanding what I was seeing. Not understanding how a pilot could make such an error. Then to my horror, I saw the 2nd plane hit and realized in that moment that was deliberate. Pregnant and scared for what this meant, I rushed into work to be with my staff. I remember that we were all huddled around a tiny, little TV in our office and few of us in the New York/Philadelphia/DC area could get reception. It wasn’t long before we learned that the attacks weren’t only North of us in New York, but South of us in Washington DC and East of us in Pennsylvania. It was horrifying to feel in the middle of such destruction and chaos and evil. Ron Ferrera, the owner of the real estate company came in and told us to go home and be with our loved ones until we knew more what was going on. I remember being scared to make the 10 minute drive from my office to my home by myself.
That day was filled with shocking images of people crawling through debris and anxious anticipation of seeing the survivors that were to be pulled from the wreckage, but that never surfaced. The dust, the sounds, the horror in people’s eyes… The anxiety that we all felt not knowing if or when or where the next attack would be.
We will never forget 9/11.