[nikki1920]

It was my first week on my internship for my grad program. We were getting ready to leave the first client's house when we saw that the first plane hit. By the time we got to the second house, their tv was on and we saw the second plane hit. We left there immediately and went back to the office. I was in a panic because I was trying to call my mom and couldn't reach her. I called my then-fiance and asked him to call her. Except his coworker answered, and let me blubber incoherently before transferring the call to him. My mom had called him at work because she couldn't reach me. She had already picked up my daughter from daycare and was already at home, and told me to not rush to get home.

My child's father was on defcon status in Alabama (he was just finishing the Army's flight school, I think). I couldn't get in touch with him, of course, but he had one of his classmates sneak a call to me to let me know he was ok and to make sure we were ok.

I live right outside of DC and I remember the Beltway being so quiet and not being able to reach anyone locally by cell phone. My two best friends from college (one in NC one in Atl) called me to see if I was ok and got through with no problems. A 45 minute trip took three hours that day. I just remember being in shock and extremely mad at whoever had the cojones to hit the PENTAGON!! Once I got home, I just held my daughter and let her watch Nickelodeon (which was one of the few channels NOT covering the situation--I am forever thankful for that). I remember seeing the air traffic radar screen blank out as all planes were ordered to land. Every time I drive past the Pentagon, I get very emotional and feel so bad for the families who lost someone.