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SEPTEMBER 11, 2001 HISTORICALLY KNOWN AS "911"

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SHEANITPRO

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Since were are coming up on the 7th anniversary of 911 these questions crossed my mind.

On that infamous day, were you "in the chair" or did you get your hair done by a professional as the tragedy unfolded.

Please share your experience.
 
i was in history class ironically and my teacher was telling us how the US has all these allies and then someone ran in and told us to turn on channel 1.....
 
I went to visit a friend with probably some unhealthy hair. I was hair stupid. He opened his door and said "You must not have seen the news." He steps back and just then I see the second plane go into the world towers. I walked in in pure disbelief and thought it was a movie or a hoax. Sat down hard and just watched. I went home ten minutes later and watched it bawling my eyes out. My heart went out to those people and watching people jump from a burning inferno cut me to the quick.
 
I was a senior in high school. I remember laughing about something in the hall when we were exchanging classes. A friend said, "why are you laughing? Don't you know what just happened?"
 
I was a senior in high school in my AP Calculus class when it happened. I had relaxed hair and didn't even know of LHCF back then.
 
I was in college and it was a sunny day. I had on red and blue and had seen the news before going to my classes. All of my classes were cancelled. I was wearing braids at the time.
 
I was at the gym in London England during my lunch break and it was unfolding on all the screens at the gym and everyone was silent watching in horror. At first I thought it was a movie or something and just wondered why everyone was so interested and continued listening to my music on the headphones. After I had finished I wondered why the gym was so silent. I remember wondering what to do about my hair as it seemed to frizz up everytime I worked out. I had my shower and went back to work, where I was told what had happened. Everyone was in a panic as most people in the office had at least one family member living in NY. At that time I had my Grandad, his wife, uncles, cousins, mother-in-law, sisters-in-law living in NY City so I was quite worried. The boss was kind enough to allow staff to ring the USA but of course we could not get through. Everyone was in a panic. Someone from work actually did lose someone in one of the towers. Weeks later there were still queeues (sp?) outside travel agents of people trying to get back home to the USA becauae of the backlog from suspended flights. A lot of my friends and family here felt traumatised by the experience even though it happened in the USA and not England. All my friends have family members living in the USA and travel to the States often and therefore had emotional ties and felt quite upset. Also, the fact that nothing like that ever happens in the USA made it more shocking. I remember a few days later sitting in Starbucks with a friend who started sobbing when we started talking about it. For a few weeks it was quite chaotic for us Londoners as people working in central London kept hearing rumors that we would be next. Someone I worked with was approached at a tube station and told not to come into Central London in the following weeks as London would be next. Of course this mean person was playing a nasty prank.

However a few years later London was bombed on 07/07/2005. 52 people died and 700 injured. When this happened I had just changed careers and was doing a nursing degree. I was home when the bombing happened, asleep and it was actually my mother-in-law who woke me up by calling me from New York and told me to turn on the TV. She also wanted to know where my DH was (her son). He was working in Central London near where the bombing was and we were in a panic as we could not get through on his cell phone. He was ok though. A few days later I was in ICU doing a clinical placement and was asked to hold a young patients hand while he was coming out of a induced coma and he kept asking where his legs were. They had to amputate his legs as they were mangled/blown up by the London bombing. I felt angry with myself because I started crying and did not know how to reasure him.
 
I stayed home from school (my first go-round at college) because I didn't feel well. I was watching the news and they were talking about the first plane going into the tower. I was on the phone with my mom (who was at work and couldn't see any news footage) when the second plane hit. I think my hair was in micros at the time-not good for my fine-haired self :nono:
 
I was in History class in the 8th grade. I was getting my hair done every two week's by a "professional" who was the major reason why I stayed SL or shorter for two years straight.
 
Umm, ok...well, I was in HS, history class to be exact, & I had braids.


...noooot really sure how 9/11 and *hair* relate as a topic though...:look:
 
I don't know if I can merge this with HAIR but I have a 9/11 story as everyone else does.

I'd just been stationed at Macdill AFB in Florida.
We were new to the base. Fresh youngfaced 20-yr olds just out of tech school.
(lol) So we did what all new fresh-faced Airmen do when they are new (first-time)to a military installation: Participated in what I like to call the 'Air Force Base Beautification Project'

Translation: TRASH DETAIL, i.e.,: Gardening, Picking up cigarette butts, cleaning dorms and toilets, scraping up 'bird doody' from them hell-spawn pigeons, mopping floors, polishing chrome, etc..

It wasn't that bad ya'll.

Anyway so we were riding around the base in these little gator dune-buggies basking in the water and the people out int eh Bay trying to fish when we recieved a call to go back to the supply building. So we went.

Nothing urgent sounding.

So, when we got there, we encounted a small line at the door.

Ok.:look:

So my friend said, "We're checkin ID's now?"
I don't remember the conversation that followed. The only thing I remmeber her saying was: "A plane flew into the world trade center..."
It was the way she said it.
It just sounded so unbelievable.

Me and my girl looked at each other like, :rolleyes:
"Oh...yeah right--a plane hit the world trade center!!"

Everyone else was looking confused as well.

So we got inside passed the tv and that's when we saw the second plane hitting the WTC in a steady loop.

We just stood in the hallway and stared. My friend was like, "Man--this is some terrorist type ****!"

Oh the irony...:ohwell:

So anyway they put everyone on the entrances to guard them. Said that we should be on lockdown in a few minutes.
....and sure enough the alarms were sounded and the base went on lockdown like 2-5 minutes later.

Later in the duty day we had a huge briefing.
The commander confirmed that it was a terrorist act. He also explained our next course of action. He named two ppl as the possible suspects for the 9/11. One of them was Saddam.
Everyone walked away from the speech feeling motivated and 'determined'.
We already figured it was terrorist-related but there was an issue of 'who did it'. Although it was, I might add, widely assumed (by most including myself) that Saddam was the one who orchestrated the terrorist attacks on 9/11.

Anyway--
The next 1-2 weeks or so we suspended regular activities. We saw no patients (beyond a serious emergency).

The majority of the time during the day, we were just mobilized but not doing anything. Just straightened things up. But there's only so many ways you can 'straighten up' a hospital exam room. (lol)

We couldn't really go off base because it was pure hell getting back on...because security was beyond air-tight. 4 gates and every last one was backed up because of the SP's (military police) with their dogs and weapons doing car sweeps and id checks.
100% ID CHECK, ya know?
It would take forever to get through those lines.

So most times we ate hospital chow or packed lunches and spent our days in the dept watching CNN and Fox. It was so sad seeing all that.

I think the biggest thing I remember when watching the reports is seeing the reporters with footage of ppl jumping from the buildings.
And then others, "Are those people...?", "People are jumping out of the buildings..."
I remember thinking, god it's got to be one helluva choice. The idea that ppl would rather leap out of a window of some skyscraper placed THOUSANDSs of feet in the air to their deaths than stay in well---an inferno....:nono:

Then all those ppl running around looking for loved ones.:nono:
We had a firefighter in our dept who was trying to get down there for the recovery efforts. But he wasn't recalled. And that's always the way. The ppl who want to help--always get passed over.
I wanted to go down and help out during the Katrina but they skipped over us to recall other troops. But we were active duty so it's not like we could put in requests.
>>shrugs<<<

Anyway--We spent a lot of time just waiting in those few days.:ohwell:
In a constant state of preparedness, I called it.
Quite honestly....we were waiting for something ELSE to happen in this country, god forbid.:nono:
Also, waiting for whatever decision came down from the President.
 
I was at the gym in London England during my lunch break and it was unfolding on all the screens at the gym and everyone was silent watching in horror. At first I thought it was a movie or something and just wondered why everyone was so interested and continued listening to my music on the headphones. After I had finished I wondered why the gym was so silent. I remember wondering what to do about my hair as it seemed to frizz up everytime I worked out. I had my shower and went back to work, where I was told what had happened. Everyone was in a panic as most people in the office had at least one family member living in NY. At that time I had my Grandad, his wife, uncles, cousins, mother-in-law, sisters-in-law living in NY City so I was quite worried. The boss was kind enough to allow staff to ring the USA but of course we could not get through. Everyone was in a panic. Someone from work actually did lose someone in one of the towers. Weeks later there were still queeues (sp?) outside travel agents of people trying to get back home to the USA becauae of the backlog from suspended flights. A lot of my friends and family here felt traumatised by the experience even though it happened in the USA and not England. All my friends have family members living in the USA and travel to the States often and therefore had emotional ties and felt quite upset. Also, the fact that nothing like that ever happens in the USA made it more shocking. I remember a few days later sitting in Starbucks with a friend who started sobbing when we started talking about it. For a few weeks it was quite chaotic for us Londoners as people working in central London kept hearing rumors that we would be next. Someone I worked with was approached at a tube station and told not to come into Central London in the following weeks as London would be next. Of course this mean person was playing a nasty prank.

However a few years later London was bombed on 07/07/2005. 52 people died and 700 injured. When this happened I had just changed careers and was doing a nursing degree. I was home when the bombing happened, asleep and it was actually my mother-in-law who woke me up by calling me from New York and told me to turn on the TV. She also wanted to know where my DH was (her son). He was working in Central London near where the bombing was and we were in a panic as we could not get through on his cell phone. He was ok though. A few days later I was in ICU doing a clinical placement and was asked to hold a young patients hand while he was coming out of a induced coma and he kept asking where his legs were. They had to amputate his legs as they were mangled/blown up by the London bombing. I felt angry with myself because I started crying and did not know how to reasure him.

wow. This brought tears to my eyes.
 
I was at the gym in London England during my lunch break and it was unfolding on all the screens at the gym and everyone was silent watching in horror. At first I thought it was a movie or something and just wondered why everyone was so interested and continued listening to my music on the headphones. After I had finished I wondered why the gym was so silent. I remember wondering what to do about my hair as it seemed to frizz up everytime I worked out. I had my shower and went back to work, where I was told what had happened. Everyone was in a panic as most people in the office had at least one family member living in NY. At that time I had my Grandad, his wife, uncles, cousins, mother-in-law, sisters-in-law living in NY City so I was quite worried. The boss was kind enough to allow staff to ring the USA but of course we could not get through. Everyone was in a panic. Someone from work actually did lose someone in one of the towers. Weeks later there were still queeues (sp?) outside travel agents of people trying to get back home to the USA becauae of the backlog from suspended flights. A lot of my friends and family here felt traumatised by the experience even though it happened in the USA and not England. All my friends have family members living in the USA and travel to the States often and therefore had emotional ties and felt quite upset. Also, the fact that nothing like that ever happens in the USA made it more shocking. I remember a few days later sitting in Starbucks with a friend who started sobbing when we started talking about it. For a few weeks it was quite chaotic for us Londoners as people working in central London kept hearing rumors that we would be next. Someone I worked with was approached at a tube station and told not to come into Central London in the following weeks as London would be next. Of course this mean person was playing a nasty prank.

However a few years later London was bombed on 07/07/2005. 52 people died and 700 injured. When this happened I had just changed careers and was doing a nursing degree. I was home when the bombing happened, asleep and it was actually my mother-in-law who woke me up by calling me from New York and told me to turn on the TV. She also wanted to know where my DH was (her son). He was working in Central London near where the bombing was and we were in a panic as we could not get through on his cell phone. He was ok though. A few days later I was in ICU doing a clinical placement and was asked to hold a young patients hand while he was coming out of a induced coma and he kept asking where his legs were. They had to amputate his legs as they were mangled/blown up by the London bombing. I felt angry with myself because I started crying and did not know how to reasure him.

Oh...:nono:

I know when one of my first patients (a 1 yr old victim of her mother's inability to use a car-seat) started to 'code' in CT and later died on us in the Trauma Room--I had to quickly excuse myself to the Ladies Room or I would have completely lost all my lil bearings.

I understand your anger because you have to keep the patient calm no matter what but I hope you weren't too hard on yourself.
Hospital personnel are just human beings.

We can't always 'shut it on and off' at will.
Y'know?


 
Umm, ok...well, I was in HS, history class to be exact, & I had braids.


...noooot really sure how 9/11 and *hair* relate as a topic though...:look:

I wondered too, i guess maybe because this forum is the most read/popular forum so the OP linked it so it does not get moved?:yep:
 
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I had a flight that was supposed to leave later that morning going from L.A. to Chicago. Needless to say I didn't take it. I have no idea what my hair was like. I had a close male friend who works downtown NYC and had a meeting every Tuesday in some famous bldg I can't recall now. It took a while to get in touch with him. He said when he went out that it looked like it was raining paper.
 
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I was on a plane flying from Paris France, to Chicago. Got rerouted to Canada and spent five days there. I had dreads, back then.
 
I was "team driving". My co-driver and I had been in the NYC area the day before. I remember being on the New Jersey turnpike and looking toward NYC and thinking "what a beautiful skyline". We were in Arkansas when I heard about it on the CB radio from another truck driver. He says "Did you guys hear about somebody 'bombing' a building in NYC?" I'm like "Man,stop lying":rolleyes: The trucker says "I'm serious. Do you have a TV in your truck?" I did. "You need to pull over and check the news". There must have been atleast 30 trucks that pulled over to check the news after that guy told us that. I couldn't believe it happened.:nono: We were there the day before it happened. The phone lines were tied up for hours. I couldn't receive or make calls. After we delivered our load, we went to the truck stop and watched the news for the rest of the day.
 
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i was sleeping when it happened. I woke up around 11 am and my dad asked me if i knew what was going on. I said no then he turned on the TV. I thought it was a movie. It didn't make any sense in my mind. Around 1pm I found out my university was cancelled. No I did not go get my hair cause i was 17 and broke.
 
Since were are coming up on the 7th anniversary of 911 these questions crossed my mind.

On that infamous day, were you "in the chair" or did you get your hair done by a professional as the tragedy unfolded.

Please share your experience.

umm what kind of question is this???

i know this is lhcf but seriously? why?
 
Since were are coming up on the 7th anniversary of 911 these questions crossed my mind.

On that infamous day, were you "in the chair" or did you get your hair done by a professional as the tragedy unfolded.

Please share your experience.

2 weeks earlier I went to New-York on a business trip with my boss. We stayed at the Marriots at the WTC (or Hilton I don't remenber). The first morning I had to meet my boss in their executive restaurant for breakfast. I went to the room and tried to open the door. And a brotha came by, looked down on me and told me that I had nothing to do there. I showed my card... nada, I was not staying in an executive room (although my room cost like 400$ a day). He did not want me to get in even though I told him my boss (who was staying in exec room) was waiting for me. I was furious...I went downstairs to get a breakfast in one of their regular restaurants and called my boss who was so pissed that he decided to join me downstairs. In my flight back to home 2 days, I was still furious. It was my first time staying at the WTC and everything went wrong... I was pissed that I really said some really nasty things about those arrogant people working at the WTC and wished them all to go to hell.

Two weeks later, I heard the news. I was devastated. It took me a certain time to realize that I don't have to feel guilty about that. But Gosh, I was so traumatized that I'd go to bed seeing that brotha kicking me out of the room and then the next thing I know this guy was on the floor bleeding asking for help while I was:evillaugh:
:imsorry:

:cry:Well now I know it wasn't me, but I still feel sorry sometimes ...:ohwell:
 
My Aunt died on 911...I was in AP Econ completely oblivious to what was going on b/c the school tried to hide it from us... All in all it was a horrible day.
 
Maybe I'm just slow but what is the intent of this post OP? Are you seriously asking people to reminisce on such a tragic event by discussing what their hair looked like that day?
 
umm what kind of question is this???

i know this is lhcf but seriously? why?


This is, keeping it funky, really reaching for a thread topic..like...hmmm...what can I come up with..

Not getting how a tragic day should be invoking memories of "hair"

Wow.

Since it's election time.....vote to move to OT.

*I approve this message*
 
Maybe I'm just slow but what is the intent of this post OP? Are you seriously asking people to reminisce on such a tragic event by discussing what their hair looked like that day?


Uh, yeah, pretty much. :ohwell: Hence the reason why this thread has 1 star and no one's attempted to change it yet...
 
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