On the morning of Sept. 11, 2001, my neighbor burst into my kitchen and shouted, “Turn on the television!” I did, and we watched in shock as the horror unfolded on the screen before us.
Then my phone rang. My dear friend in New York was reaching out for comfort, support, or other desperate need that can never be defined at a time like this. Her brother was trapped with the rest of his co-workers in the Cantor-Fitzgerald offices.
After extremely emotional and tearful goodbyes, I hung up the phone, and my neighbor and I cried and cried as we watched the buildings collapse.
Jeanette …
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On the morning of Sept. 11, 2001, my neighbor burst into my kitchen and shouted, “Turn on the television!” I did, and we watched in shock as the horror unfolded on the screen before us.
Then my phone rang. My dear friend in New York was reaching out for comfort, support, or other desperate need that can never be defined at a time like this. Her brother was trapped with the rest of his co-workers in the Cantor-Fitzgerald offices.
After extremely emotional and tearful goodbyes, I hung up the phone, and my neighbor and I cried and cried as we watched the buildings collapse.
Jeanette Turnbull
Chestnut Hill
