I use to work at “Freestyle Major” Metropolitan Records during the time of the attacks. I lived in Queens, NY and would take the E Train to The World Trade Center stop. (Last Stop On the E Train).
From there I would go way down to the lower level to catch the New Jersey Path Train. For those who didn’t know, Metropolitan Records was in East Newark, New Jersey.
For about 4 years, I had a routine, where I could get to The World Trade station, go down to the Path Level, and sit in this small cafe and have a cup of coffee and a muffin. I would usually get there about 8:45am and chill till about 9:15am reading and drinking coffee. The path Level was about 6 stories beneath Tower One.
Afterward I would get on the Path and ride to work. It was the same trip going home.
Lil’ Suzy had a show that weekend in Texas and we returned home on American Airlines on Sept 10th. I had picked up money at the show and wanted to deposit it in the bank before leaving to work. So I went to the bank that was just across the street from my building, but of course it didn’t open till 9:00am, so I waited.
It finally opened, I rushed in, deposited the money then realized I left something at my apartment. No biggie, I lived right across the street. I went upstairs, grabbed what I needed, when I heard a News Flash on the tevevision that a plane had just crashed into one of the towers.
I put my bag down and watched just as the second plane slammed into the second Tower. Just then, I knew it was an attack. I lived on the 6th floor and rush up to the roof because I was able to see the towers from there.
I could see both buildings on fire. I stood there, staring in disbelief. I decided to go back down to the apartment to hear on the News what was going on and just as I got down there, they showed as the first tower collapsed. I ran back up to the roof, and the entire sky was covered with smoke. I ran back down just to see again as the second tower also collapsed.
I tried to called my job to tell them that I didn’t think I was going in today and couldn’t get through for about 4 hours. I am convinced, that if that had been any other day during the week, or if I didn’t have to make that stop at the bank, I would’ve been one of the victims of 911… God Bless everyone we lost on Sept 11 2001
In Memory of all our Hero’s
I still can’t see the World Trade Center buildings without feeling that sick feeling in my gut. I remember how you would get on the train in the morning and call me on the phone and we would talk through your whole ride. I can’t imagine getting a call and finding out you were on that train that morning. I thank God for everyday we have with eachother, I Love You Baby.
Comment by Angel "The Original CoverGirl" — September 25, 2008 @ 02:03 pm
My girlfriend had very similar experience. She worked at Mercury Records, and lived in Jersey City. She would take the PATH train in every morning, and would grab a coffee under the WTC. Heck, you two probably crossed paths at one time or another. She was running late that fateful morning, so she witnessed everything from her flat across the Hudson.
Comment by Geekengineer — September 11, 2009 @ 01:24 pm