Courage personified. Thank you for opening your heart space and sharing your memories. My best friend’s 33yo husband was in Windows on the World and did not come out . Sending love and strength 🙏🏻♥️💔
Hi Tamy, I’m so sorry to hear about your best friend’s husband. It was such a terrible day—one we will never forget. Thank you for reading and sharing this journey with me. 💛
You put me right there. I held my breathe as I read your words. Sooooo frightening. You’re very, very lucky to have made it out of there. Thank goodness you got your husband on the phone. I await your next chapter!!
you are so brave to tell your story. thank you for opening your heart to share it all. I lost many friends that day, friends whose fathers did not make it out, I am just so thankful you made it out. Sending you endless love.
Thank you for reading. I’m truly sorry for your loss. Sharing my story is my way of facing the pain—because no matter how much healing comes, it never erases what happened.
You are a very talented writer Shanna and you are extraordinary to transform such terror into your clear, compassionate energy today. I’m really hoping your next post shows that your husband was okay.
Thank you so much for taking the time to read my story Bella—it means the world to have you alongside me on this journey. I will be working on next installment this weekend.
Thank you for reading and for walking this path with me Josie. It means more than you know. I didn’t realize something was missing from my life until I started sharing my story, and now I see this was the missing piece. ❤️
Hi Autumn, thank you so much for reading the piece. It’s actually a continuation of my second post. The Bank of New York wasn’t located in the towers, but I had gone into Tower 1 that morning to buy a birthday card—that’s what brought me inside.
Sharing from our deepest depth is the most healing. I hope that writing this and the beautiful support you receive will bring your heart more healing than you can imagine to counter the horror of that day. Sending love 💕
Many thanks, dear Sarah, for taking the time to read. When I started sharing my story on this platform, I realized it was the missing piece in my life. The support here has been truly incredible.
Thank you so much for reading. It’s one of those memories that stays with you, even if you try to forget. But little by little, I’m starting to feel a weight lift off my shoulders. I’ll be sharing my next installment in two weeks—stay tuned.
These are memories I rarely speak about, but I’m so grateful to share them on this platform. Little by little, I’ve felt a weight lifting off of me. Thank you so much for being on this journey with me.
I am a New Yorker but was living in Canada at the time and got frantic phone calls at seven in the morning that something was very wrong. It also happened to be my son's 3rd birthday. I wrote a short story that was displayed at the temporary ground zero memorial for quite a while. What a harrowing experience. I'm glad you made it out all right physically but I can imagine the emotional and psychological scars that you bear. My heart goes out to you.
Courage personified. Thank you for opening your heart space and sharing your memories. My best friend’s 33yo husband was in Windows on the World and did not come out . Sending love and strength 🙏🏻♥️💔
Hi Tamy, I’m so sorry to hear about your best friend’s husband. It was such a terrible day—one we will never forget. Thank you for reading and sharing this journey with me. 💛
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You put me right there. I held my breathe as I read your words. Sooooo frightening. You’re very, very lucky to have made it out of there. Thank goodness you got your husband on the phone. I await your next chapter!!
Thank you so much for reading, Renee. When I hit publish yesterday, I actually cried like a baby—it’s something I haven’t spoken about in years.
you are so brave to tell your story. thank you for opening your heart to share it all. I lost many friends that day, friends whose fathers did not make it out, I am just so thankful you made it out. Sending you endless love.
Thank you for reading. I’m truly sorry for your loss. Sharing my story is my way of facing the pain—because no matter how much healing comes, it never erases what happened.
Wow so well written. I can feel myself getting into fight or flight mode. Wow!
Thank you for reading Faiza. It was definitely an unforgettable experience but not in a good way but glad I'm telling my story.
Thank you for sharing this! I’ll be looking out for your next post.
I truly appreciate you taking the time to read my story and for being part of this journey with me.
You are a very talented writer Shanna and you are extraordinary to transform such terror into your clear, compassionate energy today. I’m really hoping your next post shows that your husband was okay.
Thank you so much for taking the time to read my story Bella—it means the world to have you alongside me on this journey. I will be working on next installment this weekend.
Takes strength to write about something like this. Thank you for sharing your experience. Jesus loves you!
Thank you for reading and for walking this path with me Josie. It means more than you know. I didn’t realize something was missing from my life until I started sharing my story, and now I see this was the missing piece. ❤️
this was remarkable Shanna and thank you for being so vulnerable! if you don’t mind answering, where was your office in the tower?
Hi Autumn, thank you so much for reading the piece. It’s actually a continuation of my second post. The Bank of New York wasn’t located in the towers, but I had gone into Tower 1 that morning to buy a birthday card—that’s what brought me inside.
Sharing from our deepest depth is the most healing. I hope that writing this and the beautiful support you receive will bring your heart more healing than you can imagine to counter the horror of that day. Sending love 💕
Absolutely 💝💝
Many thanks, dear Sarah, for taking the time to read. When I started sharing my story on this platform, I realized it was the missing piece in my life. The support here has been truly incredible.
We are one and it feels like this community lifts us all every day, it’s truly beautiful 🌿💕✨
Thank you for sharing your story.
Thank you so much for taking the time to read my story. It means the world to have you alongside me on this journey.
I've talked to many, many people about where they were on 9/11, including someone who was on a flight that morning.
It's definitely one of those moments that everyone remembers exactly where they were, and what they were doing.
But this, this, it's a whole other level. Your description of the phone call brought tears. Anxiously awaiting the next installment. 🫶
Thank you so much for reading. It’s one of those memories that stays with you, even if you try to forget. But little by little, I’m starting to feel a weight lift off my shoulders. I’ll be sharing my next installment in two weeks—stay tuned.
In awe of your ability to recount something so painful and surreal.
These are memories I rarely speak about, but I’m so grateful to share them on this platform. Little by little, I’ve felt a weight lifting off of me. Thank you so much for being on this journey with me.
Thank you for sharing this powerful story. Your words brought that day to life in such a human and moving way. I’m so glad you made it out safely. 💙
Thank you so much for reading, Mar. This was a difficult piece to write, but sharing my story feels like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders.
You’re so welcome. Thank you for trusting us with your story, it takes so much courage to share something so personal. I’m really glad you did. 💛
Thank you again for reading dear Mar. 💝
I am a New Yorker but was living in Canada at the time and got frantic phone calls at seven in the morning that something was very wrong. It also happened to be my son's 3rd birthday. I wrote a short story that was displayed at the temporary ground zero memorial for quite a while. What a harrowing experience. I'm glad you made it out all right physically but I can imagine the emotional and psychological scars that you bear. My heart goes out to you.