Late morning on the 11 September 2001, I was at home when my husband rang me to tell me that a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center. I immediately rang my daughter-in-law as her father (Tito) worked as an IT Consultant in the World Trade Center, and was regularly called to both the North and South Tower as needed. I knew that he was working in one of the two towers that morning but I didn’t know which one.
I thought it was an awful accident, and that a small plane that had crashed but didn’t realise the full horror of it until I switched on the TV and watched with disbelief at what was happening. I couldn't tear myself away from watching.
My daughter-in-law tried to contact her father on his mobile, but didn’t have any luck for some time. She was desperately trying to reach him. Eventually she managed to contact him. Tito had just finished his night shift working between the twin towers. He had finished sorting out computer problems in one of the buildings (the first tower to be hit), and was due to go off duty soon. He had gone back to hisoffice which was in the other building. He was sitting at his desk having a quick bagel for breakfast before going home, when suddenly there was a loud explosion. Looking out of the window he saw that it was the tower that he had just come from. He saw windows blowing out, objects of all kinds, glass and metals etc flying out of the windows, and his immediate thought was that it was a bomb. He said to his supervisor that he was getting out straight away. His boss said “Stay where you are until they tell us to move”, but Tito said ‘No’, and with other colleagues left his office straight away to get out of the building. They were on the 52 floor or maybe higher, I can't quite remember. The lifts weren’t working so they started to run down the stairs, and were joined by many others fleeing the building. He isn’t a young man and so it must have been hard for him, but I suppose his adrenalin had kicked in and all he thought of was escape. On his way down he helped and encouraged others to keep moving down the stairs.
When he eventually reached the basement everywhere was chaos and panic. He didn’t know which way to turn. He saw a policeman standing there, and this man directed him the right way to go to get out into the street. He now says that his guardian angel was with him that day.
He ran as fast as he could and shortly after he got clear, the second Tower went down. He kept running, making his way to Manhattan where his wife was working. They eventually made contact and managed to meet up, but couldn’t get out of New York. All the exit roads were closed, as were the subways and ferry etc. Not knowing quite what to do, they found a church and went in. They spent the night there and next morning, tired and shocked, managed to make their way home to New Jersey.
The world was left in shock after this day.