Today, like many others, I will share my story of what I experienced on September 11, 2001, as I feel that just remembering is a tribute to all those who lost their lives or their loved ones on that tragic day.
I had only just been hired to work with Southwest Airlines two months prior to that horrible day. Previous to that I was so excited at what opportunities awaited me in the world of aviation. On September 11th I had the day off. I got a call from my Mom to turn on the news and watched as the news cameras streamed live the second plane hitting the World Trade Center. I was in shock.
I cried for several hours, for the people who lost their lives from this act of cowardice, for those who lost their loved ones, for the city of New York that would be forever scarred, and for the country that would never be the same. I could not stop watching the news. I soaked up everything. I felt the pain that was maybe only a fraction of what those who were involved felt and I was numb.
I drove into work the following Wednesday, out of uniform as instructed, but brought it just in case. All planes were grounded and our flight crews and other employees were stranded wherever their planes happened to land. It was all chaos and waiting. We didn’t know what to expect so we expected the worst. There were no passengers in the terminal. There were no cars allowed near the airport except for those that worked there. There were no planes taking off and no planes landing. There was just silence and emptiness. We waited for word from our leaders so we would know what to do. Order after order came down from the FAA. Things were changing. We waited for days without any planes going anywhere, but it seemed like forever.
When we finally resumed service everything was different. Our passengers were somber and a little afraid. I was afraid, but not to fly, just for our damaged country. Our passengers proved very resilient and I had more than one person tell me that if anything were to happen on their flight, they would have no problem stepping in to help take care of things. I heard stories of passengers protecting our crew members from those who got out of hand. I remember the sympathy I received from our travelling public.
I remember everything about that day.
I remember how our country came together in a time of need and ten years later we are changed, but still a little stronger. I saw the fear turn to concern and then to courage. I was afraid I would no longer have my job, but my company did the unexpected and hired more people to help take care of our customers. Ten years later I am still with the same airline.
I have found that ten years later does not make a difference in the emotions I feel when I am reminded of that day. I kept the newspaper from that day. A special edition that was delivered to an empty airport where only employees would be able to buy them. My heart breaks each time I read someone’s story of loss or of pain and then swells with pride when I hear of the courageousness that so many Americans showed that day.

I cried again today as I watched the tributes and the documentary by A&E. Another ten years can pass and I will still feel the emotions as strong as the moment it first happened, but I know that we are the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave and we ARE one nation Under GOD and we will always overcome those who try to do us harm.
God Bless America!