I didn't know anyone personally who was killed that day, but as a flight attendant who works for one of the airlines that was hijacked I can relate to the flight attendants. I wasn't flying that day but I was awoken by a good friend who was hysterical. She was concerned for my well being because she knew I flew and she knew I could of been on one of those flights. I could of but luckily I wasn't. I was startled by her hysteria as she kept saying turn on your t.v. planes are crashing into the world trade center. I went to my television in disbelief at what I was seeing. It was surreal. Really? this is happening? it was like a bad movie. How could this really be happening? I ran to my computer to pull up the names of the flight crews but they were already purged from the system. The phone continued to ring all day. Family & friends all concerned for me. Wondering if I was on one of those planes.
Those flight attendants went to work. It was like any other day in the life of a flight attendant. We go to work, we jump on planes, we fly 7 miles above the earth, we leave our families, we jet around the country, stay in hotels and eventually come home. That day they went to work, got on a plane and became part of a weapon of mass destruction. I cannot fathom what happened on those planes during those final moments. I don't even want to. I know that those crews in my eyes are heroes. People think of the firefighters and policemen on 9/11 but often don't think of the flight crews. The crews who were relaying information about what was happening onboard their planes to the ground people. The crews who helped cause an air stop of all aircraft because of the information they relayed. The crews & passengers who caused the United plane to go down in a field instead of at it's intended target.
