In memory of those lost in the attacks on September 11, 2001 today’s post is dedicated to sharing our 9/11 stories.
Where were you that day and what were you doing that morning?
I will start us off.
I had just moved to New York City and that morning I took the subway from the small apartment I was staying at in Williamsburg, Brooklyn to Astoria, Queens. I wanted see if Astoria was nice, I heard good things about the proximity to Manhattan and a cool beer garden. The subway was underground at the time of the first attack and when I came above ground in Queens I was told the trains were shut down and I had to exit the train.
My next several hours were spent walking home along with thousands of people that were stranded just like me. New York City is a town is dependent on public transportation and without it you are going to be walking or battling with the masses for rather scarce taxi cabs, (especially in Queens). I bought a street map at a deli and mapped my walking route home. It was the last map they had so I ended up giving the map to a woman from Long Island that needed it much more than I did.
As I walked home I would stop in bars, stores and restaurants to try and catch news updates. It was probably the only time in my life that I had a whiskey before 10:00 am. The most surreal part of the day was standing at the foot of the Queensboro bridge and seeing thousands of people walking from Manhattan and not a single car in sight. People had walked all the way from the financial district in lower Manhattan, over the bridge and into Queens, probably about 5 or 6 miles. There were people everywhere and no one knew how to get home. Everyone looked shocked and so did I. It was oddly quiet and that continued for a few days…
I had a new job that was starting on September 14th at a tech company. The company called the day before my start date and told me they needed withdraw the job offer. For a split second I was ready to say ”You can’t do that!”, but I quickly realized that this wasn’t about “me”. I simply responded, “No problem, I understand” and I hung up the phone.
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