It was the morning of September 1, 2001 and my team and I were heading back to San Francisco. We were heading back home after a tough win over the Nets in New Jersey. I tried to get some of my other teammates to ride on the same flight as me, but they all said no. I started toward the airport at about six o'clock and arrived at about six-thirty. When I got there I checked my ticket. It said I'd have to be at gate 17 by seven-thirty and that flight 93 would be leaving at eight o'clock. I checked my watch and it said I still had an hour to wait, so I took a seat and got out my phone to check the highlights from last night's game. I was a little surprised that my dunk was apart of the highlights. Then, I heard the worst possible sound you could hear at an airport. “Flight 93 has been delayed. We'll try to get the plane ready as soon as we can,” the intercom boomed across the airport. “Great,” I thought. Since …show more content…
I told him that I would be a little late for practice and to not worry about me getting fatter over the course of the flight. After almost two hours, I finally heard the intercom say I could board the plane. I got out of my seat and headed to gate 17.
I was walking toward my plane seat when I noticed four men looking around nervously. My seat was directly behind one of these men. Right before I was going to fall asleep, I heard a loud noise in front of me. At first I was in a daze, but my instincts kicked in quickly. I looked over to my right and saw a cold, dead body lying on the floor. Blood was spilled all over the floor. I heard strange voices all around me. I peered down at the body and was sickened to see that the man's jugular had been sliced to pieces. I looked down the aisle and what I saw shocked me to the core. I saw dead bodies every two seats or so. “Everybody calm
The official story of 9/11 is a conspiracy theory in that the government claims 19 hijackers conspired together to hijack four planes and create terror in the world. Four American airplanes were hijacked; two were driven into the World Trade Centers and the third airplane into the Pentagon. The fourth airplane suspected target was the White House, but it was diverted by the brave men and women aboard that hijacked airplane, and crashed the airline jet before it could reach its target. It was like time stood still as America watched through television broadcast these unbelievable and horrifying events taking place. The reports told of the smell the jet fuel, burning flesh, and people jumping out windows to their death to escape the flames. When the two bravura structures tumbling down, rescuers, (police officers, firefighters, and ambulance drivers and techs) were caught in the mast and lost their lives doing their job trying to save lives.
Picture yourself, for a moment, among 243 passengers on a Boeing jumbo jet. It is two days before Christmas of 1988, and you are excited to see your family in New York. You are sitting comfortably in your coach class window seat in row 40, reading a poetry book by Charles Baudelaire. It’s 7:00 pm and about 35 minutes after takeoff; the plane is just leveling off at its cruising altitude. You hear the captain throttle back the engines now. Everything is perfect in this aircraft; in fact, it’s not really an aircraft at all. It’s more like a room than a metal tube; a room with perfectly vertical walls. By now, most people have actually forgotten that they are, in fact, inside an airplane. They are in a movie theater, a bar, or even their own home relaxing in their favorite recliner. Suddenly, you hear a loud noise from the front of the plane. You feel extreme pressure on every square inch of your body, like you have been hit by a train. Screams and shrieks fill the cabin, and then, very abruptly, everything ends, forever. This is precisely what happened to David Dornstein before he fell, already dead, 6 miles to the ground in Ella Ramsden’s front yard, the landing site for about 60 other individuals when the plane exploded over Lockerbie, Scotland.
Believers believes that the plane was purposely crashed by the four terrorist hijackers, cause of the courageous acts by passengers, who had learned of the crashes that had happened at the World Trade Center, they had crashed the plane in Shanksville, Pennsylvania. It has been believed that the passengers tried to save many lives by fighting back and crashed the plane into the field. “Some believe that Flight 93 landed safely, while a substitute plane was shot out of the sky” Griffin. Others believe that the passengers were killed or relocated to another part of the world and will
September 11th, 2001 is one of the worst days in the United States of America’s history by far. It all began at 8:45am when a stolen airplane crashed into the north tower of the World Trade Center. Many people believed that this was...
As the blood trickled down the flight attendant’s neck, they all prayed that they wouldn’t die. A dark skined man headed toward the front of the plane to claim his next victim. He slowly pressed the cold, red blade of a knife into the pilot’s neck. Many of those who saw screamed. They all knew, then, that they would die. Passengers felt the plane take some wild turns and they realized that they had turned around. Not long after this occurred to four planes, every single passenger died. Terrorists had taken over planes in America. Four planes, nineteen terrorists, and almost 3,000 dead people later, the United States of America has been changed forever.
First shock, then terror, followed by sorrow and lastly rage were my emotions on September 11th, 2001 when a hijacked airliner crashed into the Twin Towers in New York City. Tunh! Tunh! Tunh! All circuits are busy; please try again at a later time. This message kept repeating as I tried to call my cousin in New York, who was working in the South Tower. At the time the American Airlines flight 11 just moments earlier crashed into the North Tower. I sat in my house in shock and terror. Then at 9:05 am, about twenty minutes after the first collision, United Airlines flight 175 crashed into the South Tower. I began to feel the knot in my throat getting tighter and tighter until I just finally began crying. I still didn’t have any word from my cousin and when both of the buildings plummeted to the streets below, I thought for sure he was dead. When I returned home, my mother informed me that he had gotten out before the buildings went down. Turning on the television was another ordeal in itself. All of the news stations repeatedly exhibited the buildings plunging to the ground. I felt extreme sorrow for the families of those who had not made it out alive. They had to relive that horrible moment over and over again. I was also outraged. How could such an act be committed on American soil? The only way we can answer this question is to look at the terrorists who could do such an act and what possible reasons they have for doing it.
September 11, 2001 was a day that Americans and the world for that matter will not soon forget. When two planes went into the twin towers of the World Trade Center and two others went into the Pentagon and a small town in Pennsylvania, the world was rocked. Everyone in the United States felt very vulnerable and unsafe from attacks that might follow. As a result, confidence in the CIA, FBI, and the airlines were shaken. People were scared to fly after what had happened.
What started out as a tropical storm in the Bahamas, soon turned into one of the deadliest hurricanes to ever hit the United States. Hurricane Katrina hit land in Louisiana on August 29, 2005 causing a devastating and long-lasting effect on southeast Louisiana. Most people evacuated coastal Mississippi and Louisiana, including some of my family members and me. I was only in the second grade when the hurricane hit, however I still remember the tragic event like it was yesterday. I was affected by Hurricane Katrina in many ways, some ways I still cannot forget no matter how hard I try.
With music blasting, voices singing and talking, it was another typical ride to school with my sister. Because of our belated departure, I went fast, too fast. We started down the first road to our destination. This road is about three miles long and filled with little hills. As we broke the top of one of the small, blind hills in the middle of the right lane was a dead deer. Without any thought, purely by instinct I pulled the wheel of the car to the left and back over to the right. No big deal but I was going fast. The car swerved back to the left, to the right, to the left. Each time I could feel the car scratching the earth with its side. My body jolted with the sporadic movements of the car. The car swerved to the right for the last time. With my eyes sealed tight, I could feel my body float off the seat of the car.
When the plane collides with the ocean I am jolted forward into the seat. I can sense that everyone is screaming and there is lots of noise, but I only hear silence. As soon as the flight attendants open the doors to escape the plane starts sinking faster and water is flowing in rapidly. I frantically look around for Sage, but only see immobile people still sitting down. “They are dead,” I said to myself, “That could have been me.”
As the jet flew over the mountains, the flight attendant said we would arrive later than expected because unusual weather we are approaching. I have terrible fears of heights and I have always feared something like this would occur. I had to calm myself down and prepare for the worst, when the flight attendant was speaking on the microphone the lights flicked on and off and out of nowhere everything blacked out. An unsuspected lightning bolt came straight into the plane everyone scream and beg to make it off safely. After, that we were losing aptitude in the air I was having an anxiety attack.
During my junior year in high school I was informed that for the first year in Alisal they provided us with a program called Worldstrides. Worldstrides is an educational program that gives students an opportunity to travel around the world and learn new things that they aren’t able to experience in real life. I knew that I had to take this opportunity since I had the desire to travel the world outside my hometown knowing that it can finally become true. I registered with some of my friends so that I could have a good time having fun with my them. The day of the trip came and I was excited but also worried because I had never gotten on a plane. I got more nervous because I knew that the flight was going to take 12 hours. I asked one of my friends to tell me when the plane was going through turbulence because I didn’t know what it felt like. During the flight, I was calmed watching a movie when suddenly The plane started shaking, it felt like if I were in a rollercoaster ride but worse because I was not ready for it. I was looking for my friend to ask him what is but he wasn’t there, he was in the restroom. I was so frightened and was trembling so much that I bet I made the plane shake even more. I heard the pilot say in the speakers that we were going through some turbulence. Once it stopped I fell
When I was seven years old I went on my very first holiday abroad, to
“Flight 208 to Los Angeles is now boarding. Section N you may now take your seats”. You looked down at your carry-on bag to make sure you have everything packed up, even though you took nothing out, and headed toward the flight attendant and handed her your ticket. As your walking through the tunnel, the sound of the planes jets put just enough pressure on your body, causing your pulse to increase. “Why are you nervous, you been on planes before”, you ask yourself. You shake your head and start to inhale and before you could finish getting your lungs to the maximum capacity they could hold, a man wearing a white shirt twice his size and jeans that also seemed
In the summer of 2004 my dream of visiting New York came to life. I could hardly contain my excitement to finally live the life of a New Yorker, even if it would only be for a couple of days. The plane ride itself was torture, because of my bubbling anticipation to get to my destination. Once the captain announced the descent into the New York airport my stomach became a bundle of knots. The arrival into the city was everything I had hoped it would be. My husband and I, of course, had trouble finding our way around JFK airport. We couldn't figure out the place that we were supposed to go to get our baggage. My husband and I and everyone from our plane ended up going outside of the airport to gain access to another part of the airport. Eventually things got cleared up and we found our terminal where our luggage was supposed to be. Finally after about a half an hour of being in the airport we figured out how to maneuver ourselves through the airport. As if we had passed our first test we...