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Where was I? Nine eleven 2001
By bigpumpkin | September 11, 2006
It was exactly 10 days before our wedding – THE wedding. OUR wedding. The one I’d planned for months. The one I’d quit my job to plan. So you can imagine how special it was.
10 days before our wedding, my husband to be (the Hubs) and I returned home from a lovely dinner at exactly 9pm our time. He stayed downstairs for a drink while I hurried upstairs for a shower. We both switched on our respective idiot boxes upstairs and downstairs and coincidentally, telepathically, both had CNN on. When I saw the plane hit the towers, I thought it was a movie. I once watched CNN on telly telling us the world was coming to an end and showed live events happening around the world in real time and suddenly it hit Malaysia. It was spooky…..but it turned out to be a CNN documentary spoof. Fuck. I remember my uncle worriedly asking if we should go out immediately to get some supplies as though war was peril.
Halfway undressed, the Hubs walks in to ask if I saw that the pentagon was hit. After a few moments of discord as to where the plane actually crashed, the twin towers or the pentagon, we both shut our gobs and watched intently as CNN ran the replays over and over.
We instinctively picked up the phone and called our friends in New York one by one. There were 5 in total that were right smack in New York City. We couldn’t get through to any of them! A silent prayer was said for them to be safe and thankfully much much much much……. later, we got through and all was OK.
However, the next 7 days were spent on the phone to New York monitoring the situation when and if they were able to make our wedding after all. The best man was from New York and the Hubs never thought of asking a back-up. Worst case? He’d ask his brother. With all airports closed, what were the chances our closest friends from the Big Apple making it?
Dave turned up miraculously the day before the wedding. He was lucky and smart enough to take the first flight out of New York. He didn’t care where it took him. He just bought a flight out. And it happened at the window when the airport was opened for a day. The rest had to stay behind. After a few connecting flights, he found his way to Kuala Lumpur. He even had to shop for clothes here as everything happened so fast and he didn’t have time to pack.
It was hard for Dave to be super cheerful at our wedding, understandably so. But he did excellent.
We were so, so, so thankful that he was safe. That he wasn’t anywhere near the towers when it happened. His office was 15 blocks down. I cried many tears for all those that became victims to those psychos. But I will always be grateful that our friends were OK.
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