I was sitting at my desk at the company I was temping at when Denise, our AA, said her frien in NYC just sent her an IM that a plane had hit the WTC.
It was almost 4 PM here in Israel. My first thought really was terrorists I was the office leftist but when you live in a war zone, some things seem clear (I'm still a leftist but in my new company, I'm not the only one).
Most of the people in the office I worked with then have ties to NYC as do lots of people in my neighborhood (most Israelis do not have relatives in NYC, but my nighboorhood is at least 30% Americans), but I didn't know anyone who works in NYC.
The news kept rolling in via CNN, etc. My in-laws were staying with us while their house got renovated--I realized that my mother-in-law would be glued to the TV, which would have been fine except that our girl was only 3, and I didn't want her to see the broadcasts, so I called my wife, told her what happened, and asked her to keep the TV off until Orna went to sleep in a few hours. I was too late, though Orna didn't understand what she saw.
Of course, emotionally, we were all stunned, even know-it-all me. I remember driving home with my good friend Reuven, translating the news for him as we drove home. It was surreal, driving home while the attacks were still unfolding (not to mention all the rumors...)
The day still is with us...every night, when I sing my girl to sleep, I sing her a song that has a verse about being safe. I'm sure lots of you reading this know that feeling--you want to make your kids feel safe and just hope you can keep them safe. A lot of parents lost their kids that day, and I can only weep for them.