09/11/2026
I woke up on September 11, 2001 thinking about my wedding. I was getting married in two weeks and had taken the morning off from work for my final gown fitting.
I lived on the 27th floor on Chambers Street in Battery Park, with the Twin Towers directly outside my windows. Suddenly my phone was ringing—friends and my fiancé calling, telling me to look out the window and get out of my building. As I stood there, I watched a huge silver plane fly directly toward me and crash into the South Tower.
I ran out of my apartment and I watched the towers burn and witnessed images of people trapped and jumping that I will never forget.
Somehow in all that chaos I found my fiancé. When the towers began to fall, we ran for our lives up the West Side Highway. We met up with our friends & took the last train out of the city.
Then came the waiting—trying desperately to find out who had survived. We lost family and friends and spent the months that followed going to funeral after funeral.
We married & had to leave NYC as the neighborhood that we loved was too dangerous to live in. We moved to Connecticut within a few months.
September 11 changed the course of my life forever. I can still see that silver plane. I can still remember running. I can still feel the fear of that morning.
I will never forget those we lost or the heroes who ran toward danger when the rest of us were running away.
Never forget. 🇺🇸
