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Originally Posted by Mc2guy
I was flying that morning. I took off out of Dulles, two gates down from Flight 77 that hit the Pentagon, about 35 minutes before their flight took off. I'm sure I stood in line at Starbucks with people that died on that plane.
New's had just started to break when I landed in Atlanta for my transfer. Of course they shut down the airspace, so all flights were delayed, but they had also shut off the airport terminal TV's to keep people from panicking. The TV's came back on just as the first tower went down, and from there it was pure pandemonium as people bum rushed the airport exits. I was stranded for three days in Atlanta with no where to go and no way to get there, but it was okay because an amazing family of complete strangers opened their home to me. Without hesitation or reservation they invited me in, fed me, and treated me like some long lost cousin that had just been found.
I have a different view of the world today than before 9/11, but not for the worse. Today I have more faith in humanity now than I ever did before. The Secunda family of Atlanta, GA showed me more about the goodness of people than a hundred 9/11 attacks could ever erase.
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Wow I know what you are say that more good came of that day and week then ever will be known! We all came to each other for help and a helping hands were given!!! Being on the left coast I was just getting up when on TV I saw with my kids the second plan hit the towers and my fourteen year old son at the time said dad come in here I think it fell! I could not belive my eyes for as a kid my family and I when to NY and when up in one of the towers. I had lost my dad six months before 9/11 and looking back at those photographys of us that day made it even harder to bear. How could smething so big be goen so fast and the people...so many people. The thing I remember the most was looking in the night sky that week after 9/11 and not seeing anything move....not a plane....only stars. A moment in time!