MjaneGibson
Active Member
I was in my Social Studies class. I had just found out over the loud speaker. Because we live next to a large nuclear power plant (provides 30% of the states electricity, to give you an idea of how big it is), we were evacuated immediately. However, on our way out, I remember that there was this new girl who had just moved here from Ecuador and didn't speak English well. She started telling the teacher, "mi madre! tengo llamar mi madre!" In my couple of years of Spanish, I knew that she needed to call her mother, and later found out that she had indeed worked in the WTC. Luckily, she was one of the few "miracles" of that day and had gotten held up on a late train. My other friend was not so lucky. Her father, James Oakley, was on the 93rd floor of the North Tower. He was assumed dead as his floor was within direct contact with the plane. I will never EVER understand what it must be like for those who lost someone that day. While I obviously felt the impact of this attack, especially because of my location, I was lucky enough to not be directly affected. I thank "God" that I was so lucky. My father was doing work down the in city for 10 years at the time; after almost 2 hours of trying to get in touch with him, I finally heard his voice. He was in the Bronx that day...awesomely 
