I was living in Atlanta at the time of the attacks. I'll never forget that day.
I was still asleep when the first plane hit. I was off work that day, so I set my alarm to wake me up later than usual. The alarm was set to a popular music station and they were talking about something as if they were watching it on the TV news. I was still half-asleep, but I let the radio play because I wanted to find out what in the world they were talking about.
When they said "it hit the tower", I jumped out of bed and ran to the TV. I turned it on CNN and there it was. Live video of the North tower burning and them saying it had been hit by a plane.
Lots of stuff ran through my mind, but terrorism never entered it at that time. In my pre-9/11 thinking, this kind of thing didn't happen in America. I wondered what could have caused this. Electronics failure? Failed hijacking attempt? Severe pilot error? I switched back and forth from news report to news report and at no time did I hear anyone mention terrorism. They pretty much thought it was a horrible accident.
Then the other plane hit.
I remember the feeling I had at that very moment. I've tried to describe it before, but it's difficult. My mind sort of freezed up for a few seconds while it was attempting to process what my eyes were feeding it. I was completely confused. It must be very similar to the feeling a toddler gets when they see something that they've never seen before and they have no frame of reference to compare it to.
It must've affected others the same way because even after the second plane hit, it took over a minute (maybe two) for someone to say that it must be a deliberate attack. I'm pretty sure it was Dan Rather that I heard say it first. At that point it started to sink in. I started to get pretty upset.
When the report came in that a 3rd plane had hit the pentagon, I started getting afraid for America. I wondered what was going to happen next? How many planes or other tools of destruction were going to be used in this attack!? When the report came in about Flight 93, I got REALLY freaked out and started calling everyone I knew. I just had to hear another human voice.
I sat, like hundreds of thousands of Americans and watched for hours. I had the next two days off, but I probably wouldn't have gone in anyway. I sat, watched, and called family and friends for those two days and I hardly ate a thing.
I wanted to give blood, but found out that my kidney disorder prohibits it. I called two charter airlines who were flying people to NY to help with rescue, but I was told that they only accepted "trained personnel" such as EMTs, police officers or firemen. I couldn't afford to donate anything substantial at the time because I was only working part time and living very much hand to mouth. I felt helpless.
It took a long time for me to come to terms with everything I saw on TV and the net during the days and weeks after 9/11. I can understand when some people who were actually there say that they're still not over it. It still seems like it happened last year to me. I can't believe it's been 5 years! God bless the people among us who still deal with the loss of a loved one due to the events of September 11, 2001.
If anyone is interested, here is something that has recently piqued my interest. It's a 9/11 timeline built from only mainstream and credible news sources (or at least that's what the site says). It's a long read but it's well worth it.
Click here. BTW, the timeline entries are all on the left column of the page.