tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1080048310531382107.post3092192730752687032..comments2024-03-10T01:10:10.966-08:00Comments on Diana Wilder ...about myself, by myself...: When the World Stopped TurningDiana Wilderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11074083771067857127noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1080048310531382107.post-12778536216870345472014-09-12T03:43:04.826-07:002014-09-12T03:43:04.826-07:00Played hooky from work that day. Stayed glued in ...Played hooky from work that day. Stayed glued in front of the TV for hours. Traumatized, now never forgetting.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02690565807803362949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1080048310531382107.post-67474493146513830282014-09-11T06:10:09.270-07:002014-09-11T06:10:09.270-07:00I'll never forget my husband calling me and te...I'll never forget my husband calling me and telling me to turn on the TV - there's something going on in New York. As I watched the devastation caused by the first plane, I called my mother and told her to turn on the news. As we both were talking, we saw the second plane his the other tower. <br /><br />My mother paused and said, "This isn't real, is it? Is this some kind of movie or joke, like War of the Worlds?"<br /><br />I still feel like it can't be real. It was a new level of evil.Cherdohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00264612202714933480noreply@blogger.com