What a nice fella. I'm British and was working in London at the time, at a place called the Old Royal Naval College, which had been converted into a campus for University of Greenwich. That place is right opposite the area in London with all the skyscrapers and financial buildings. So Canary Wharf, which was then the tallest of those buildings, was right opposite to us. I was in my mid 20's at that time, working in my office with my colleagues. Everyone was just astonished at what was unfolding. We were told that several other planes were involved and a lot of us wondered aloud if anything would happen to Canary Wharf. The boss had a big TV wheeled into the School Office. A university tends to have a lot of international employees, we certainly had everyone from Australians to Iraqis and everything in between. I really recall the evening spent with the others in my house-share, watching the News footage, and the same thing over and over again. It was a day that totally changed the world. Certainly, air travel is entirely different. I will never forget the first time I went in a plane, on holiday to Greece, being a child I was asked if I wanted to visit the pilots and see the cockpit. I know the security measures we have now are for our safety, but I think we have new worries about pilot mental health which need addressing. There are not many people who spend their working lives locked in a small space, behind a kevlar door, in a high stress job. We have seen too many pilot murder-suicides. Something needs to be invented to prevent that continuing to be a problem, and pilots need a more pleasant working experience. It's a job which is costly to train for, and it used to give them some pleasure to speak to and impress their passengers. Anyway Shelli, I am working my way through listening to these accounts, what a great job you do putting them together. I really appreciate your manner in interviewing these people, it is sympathetic but not ugh, I don't know the term, it's not too icky or sentimental. Life is full of traumatic things, I think humanity is beginning to look at that. Most of us walk around very damaging by one thing or another. Sending love to you! 🥰
Thank you for sharing your story! I was 20 when this happened (living in Pennsylvania) and I remember thinking how scary it must have been for kids in school in NYC at the time. Really glad your dad is OK. Take care!
God bless Shelli for promoting awareness about the victim's compensation fund and health care that is available to 9/11 survivors. She is helping a lot of people.
I was a teacher. The principal at my school ordered us to not talk about this with students. Heavens! It was solved when the kids got there. They all wanted to talk about it. They'd watched it before coming to school. (This was in Oregon.) I'm so happy your dad got home.
Your dad followed his gut feelings and it saved him. I have learned that a person’s body tells you the truth about a situation that you are experiencing. Your mind immediately goes into denial more often than not and often leads you to make wrong decisions.
“a person’s body tells you the truth about a situation that you are experiencing. Your mind immediately goes into denial more often than not ” This is so, so, so true. Very well expressed. This is even true when you have an unexpectedly strong reaction to a stranger - not even necessarily negative - remember it, keep a cool eye on your later interactions with them.
No, he walked down 50 floors because his intuition told him he was in danger. Whatever it was, it had to be pretty mighty to rock a building like that. The “need a smoke” thought was a rationalisation. It enabled him to take a precaution without a potential loss of face, without being emotionally overwhelmed or second-guessing himself, and without someone else in denial arguing him out of “overreacting”.
What a nice fella. I'm British and was working in London at the time, at a place called the Old Royal Naval College, which had been converted into a campus for University of Greenwich. That place is right opposite the area in London with all the skyscrapers and financial buildings. So Canary Wharf, which was then the tallest of those buildings, was right opposite to us. I was in my mid 20's at that time, working in my office with my colleagues. Everyone was just astonished at what was unfolding. We were told that several other planes were involved and a lot of us wondered aloud if anything would happen to Canary Wharf. The boss had a big TV wheeled into the School Office. A university tends to have a lot of international employees, we certainly had everyone from Australians to Iraqis and everything in between.
I really recall the evening spent with the others in my house-share, watching the News footage, and the same thing over and over again.
It was a day that totally changed the world.
Certainly, air travel is entirely different. I will never forget the first time I went in a plane, on holiday to Greece, being a child I was asked if I wanted to visit the pilots and see the cockpit. I know the security measures we have now are for our safety, but I think we have new worries about pilot mental health which need addressing. There are not many people who spend their working lives locked in a small space, behind a kevlar door, in a high stress job. We have seen too many pilot murder-suicides. Something needs to be invented to prevent that continuing to be a problem, and pilots need a more pleasant working experience. It's a job which is costly to train for, and it used to give them some pleasure to speak to and impress their passengers.
Anyway Shelli, I am working my way through listening to these accounts, what a great job you do putting them together. I really appreciate your manner in interviewing these people, it is sympathetic but not ugh, I don't know the term, it's not too icky or sentimental. Life is full of traumatic things, I think humanity is beginning to look at that. Most of us walk around very damaging by one thing or another. Sending love to you! 🥰
Thank you for sharing your story! I was 20 when this happened (living in Pennsylvania) and I remember thinking how scary it must have been for kids in school in NYC at the time. Really glad your dad is OK. Take care!
God bless Shelli for promoting awareness about the victim's compensation fund and health care that is available to 9/11 survivors. She is helping a lot of people.
Glad your dad got out! Thank you for sharing your story.
It's interesting to hear about this day from so many different perspectives. Thank you for sharing yours
The one case where a cig saves ya! That would have been me smoke free for 13 yrs tho
Thank you
I was a teacher. The principal at my school ordered us to not talk about this with students. Heavens! It was solved when the kids got there. They all wanted to talk about it. They'd watched it before coming to school. (This was in Oregon.) I'm so happy your dad got home.
Your dad followed his gut feelings and it saved him. I have learned that a person’s body tells you the truth about a situation that you are experiencing. Your mind immediately goes into denial more often than not and often leads you to make wrong decisions.
“a person’s body tells you the truth about a situation that you are experiencing. Your mind immediately goes into denial more often than not ” This is so, so, so true. Very well expressed.
This is even true when you have an unexpectedly strong reaction to a stranger - not even necessarily negative - remember it, keep a cool eye on your later interactions with them.
Good interview
Nice job, Joe.
I was in gym class 9th grade
He walked down 50 some floors to smoke a cigarette……..
No, he walked down 50 floors because his intuition told him he was in danger. Whatever it was, it had to be pretty mighty to rock a building like that. The “need a smoke” thought was a rationalisation. It enabled him to take a precaution without a potential loss of face, without being emotionally overwhelmed or second-guessing himself, and without someone else in denial arguing him out of “overreacting”.
I had to stop playing this one…all his ums and uhs were killing me…phew…misophonia ain’t no joke…