“I was vacationing in Stratford, Canada with three other priests from the Diocese of Youngstown on Sept. 11, 2001. Rumors of what was happening were out of control. None of us had cell phones. Phone service was spotty at best.“I remember worrying about everyone but especially for two of my siblings who lived in the DC area. My brother and his wife, both in the Navy, were stationed at the Navy Yards at Anacostia. My sister's in-laws worked at the Pentagon. I felt trapped and isolated. I remember praying desperately for everyone.”![]()
“When 9-11 happened, I was outside mowing the lawn. Some of the sisters were working in the garden and a couple of us were mowing. Mother Therese rang the outside bell and came running out to tell us that we were being attacked.
“My first thought when the towers fell was for a close friend who went to college at NYU. I started calling after the first plane hit and I sat by that phone for hours waiting to hear from the"I remember thinking, ‘I wonder how many people are doing exactly what I'm doing now.’ The emotion I felt after fear was anger. I've dealt with that anger, but I think the fear is with me and maybe us today still.”m.
“On Sept. 11, 2001, I had just recently become pastor of Our Lady of Fatima Parish and School in Lakewood, Colorado. I was in the middle of a school board meeting and the secretary entered the room and said to us, ‘We’re under attack.’ We looked at her and had no idea what she was talking about.
“I said, ‘What do you mean?’ She then told us that she had just heard on the news that a building was attacked in New York. We immediately stopped the meeting and had a chance to gather more information. As soon as we knew what was happening, we knew we needed to do the one thing we could: pray. “When I heard the news on the radio that morning about a plane hitting a tall building in New York City, I thought what an unfortunate accident it was for that small plane’s pilot to get disoriented among a bunch of skyscrapers.
"I had a meeting in Boone that morning. I think we started our meeting, but eventually someone turned on a TV. I realized that this was going to be my generation’s Pearl Harbor Day for a lifetime memory. “I was in Rome just having completed a luncheon meeting with one of the Paulist priests who staffed the ‘American’ parish for Americans working or living in Rome. We were discussing pastoral staff involvement for seminarians for the coming year.
"The news of the attacks were just being reported. I returned to the Pontifical American College to gather with faculty and staff to discuss what was happening. “I was in Vietnam on 9-11. I lived with my uncle, a priest. When I got back home from college, my uncle was waiting for me and told me what he watched on TV. He led the rosary to pray for the victims.
“We were not sure what happened in detail in the beginning. But on the next day we were reported that it was terrorism. “I didn’t understand why these people did horrible things. I felt intense terror, anxiety, and a deep sense of helplessness as the events unfolded. I asked my uncle many questions, ‘why?’ He only responded to me, ‘pray, pray and pray.’ That is what I keep doing for the victims of violence especially those in 9-11.”“I was a seminarian studying in Rome at the North American College and was preparing for my upcoming diaconate ordination.“On occasions of major news events, my mother often spoke of remembering exactly where she was when she heard that JFK was killed. 9-11 is that moment for me. I was in my room
when a friend knocked on my door, told me that a plane had hit the World Trade Center and that everyone was gathering in the TV lounge to watch the news reports. In all honesty, I did not believe the report, but my friend insisted it was true, so I joined him in going to the TV lounge. We arrived at the lounge just in time to witness the second plane hit the second tower. “I remember very well where I was on Sept. 11, 2001, when the planes began hitting the towers in New York City. I had just boarded a plane in Corpus Christi at about 8 a.m. Central Time, flying to Newark (where one of the four planes had just been hijacked). I had a layover in Newark and then was scheduled to fly to Rome, to return to our houses of formation there in the Subiaco Valley.“Only we never left the ground. We waited and waited, and finally the pilot came on and told us to deplane but to leave our carry-ons on board, as he was sure we’d be taking off later.
Yet he did not know what was going on and couldn’t give us any info. He only knew something was happening, and his instructions were to de-board all passengers. When we got back inside the airport, everyone was glued to a TV. One look and I knew we would not be going anywhere.