When i think about that fateful day, it still brings a wealth up of emotions. Fear and Loss, but loss doesn't even properly describe it. I'm going to start off the memories with mine. The best I can piece together. So much happened in such a short time that day. It started off as a normal day. I got up, get ready for work, and went to work. At that time, I was working in a call center (doing payroll) that contracted for MCI. I was just beginning my normal routine when one of the ladies in the office, Tammy, walked into the office and announced that a plane had just crashed into the World Trade Center. She didn't know which tower it was at the time. The rest of that day was anything but normal. While cell phone service was greatly disrupted near Ground Zero, there were a few calls periodically that came in from the burning buildings. Cries for help in a spot where we were in no position to help on the front lines. While I was not personally taking calls that day, we were offering support to the operators, support to the ones that were trying to do anything they could to maintain composure and help in any way possible.
It was a day that none of us that experienced it will ever forget, nor it should it ever be forgotten. 2,983 lives lost in the World Trade Center attacks and hundreds more in Shanksville, Pennsylvania and Washington D.C. Again, I ask for your memories of that fateful day.