Thursday, September 11, 2008

100 Words - 39

I was at the YMCA, running my morning 5 miles. I listen to music while I run, so the TVs hanging in front of me were picture and caption only, so I made up my own mind in what was happening. I saw the hole and the caption of “airplane hits tower” and thought “Good God, how could a pilot MISS a building?” thinking it was a Cessna. I went back to running and wasn’t paying attention when I saw the second airliner hit. I turned off the treadmill and made my way home to mourn with our nation.

--from The New Life of Nancy

1 comment:

battynurse said...

I too remember thinking it was an accident until that second plane hit. That was such a surreal day.