damn man, i was in the subways, when i was walking out of the building i heard the first plane, looked up and BAM. then i stood there and watched for about 5 minutes, then started running to the port a few blocks away. driving away, watching them fall was just, disturbing, and probably one of the scariest moments of my life. i was blessed too, my grandmother worked in a building right next to the second tower, and i was scared shitless for her. when i got off the boat, i bumped into an older woman, and i turned to apologize and, it was her. one of the few days in my life where i went home, and said a prayer thanking God.
idk, just figured i'd share my story too. i don't know about people outside of the tri-state, but if you live in the tri-state you'll remember everything you did that day, happened, the newscasts everything. just one of those days, you'll never forget.