I was at work in a closed-door meeting with my manager when someone barged in to tell us that a plane had hit one of the towers. Our initial reaction was to the fact that they walked in and interrupted our meeting. Then, we looked at each other in disbelief and tried to continue our meeting, but couldn't get those words out of our heads so we went to find the first television that could get reception for a local news station and sure enough we were watching with our own eyes as the first tower went up in flames. Then we saw the second one hit. It was unbelievable.
I work in downtown DC, so when we later heard the news that a plane had hit the Pentagon just a few miles away from us we thought that it was a rumor to scare people out of the area. We ran to one of the partner's offices and we could see the smoke billowing up from where the plane hit the Pentagon. When we started hearing reports of plans to hit the White House, which is just a few blocks away from where we work, we began our exodus out of downtown DC. The streets were crowded with people walking home because they couldn't rely on public transportation and cars fighting to get past the people walking in the streets who were not obeying traffic signals in an attempt to get home.
It was a mess. I walked miles to catch a ride home...a ride that should have taken 20 minutes took over 2 hours. When I finally got home I stayed glued to the television and imprisoned in my home for a couple of days. The terror of it all was way too close to home, and the visions of people in NYC still haunt me today.