- Posted August 16, 2013 by
Palm City, Florida
This iReport is part of an assignment:
Life in the early 1980s: Style and politics
My Life Changed in 1985...
6:28 am - I was in the bathroom blasting my hair with hairspray when my Dad called up the stairs "Enough already we're going to be late". Little did I know the significance of that and what could have happened had I just taken a few seconds longer. (photo -1 My senior picture)
7:10 am - Pull up to the front gate (photo-2). See we lived in Germany and my Dad was in the AF. My brother's and I worked summer hire on Rhein Main Air Force Base and we were heading to work that day.
7:13 am - Dropped my brother off and proceeded down the road and around the corner.
7:14 am - Dad pulls to a stop in front of the Headquarters building. I work in the building next door, so Dad drops me off right before he makes the left turn that takes him to his office. I get out of the car and my youngest brother hops into the front seat. I wave goodbye and start walking toward my work.
7:15 am - BOOM! I had gotten about 25 yards when I learned what terrorism is all about (photos 3-6) (photo # 7 is the exact spot I got out of the car)
7:16 am - It's a different world. I get up off the sidewalk...why am I on my hands and knees? I look around, there's smoke, debris flying and people running everywhere. It's like I'm in a movie...a lady just ran by me, she looked like she was screaming but there is no sound. Where is the sound? I'm shaking, I'm scared, what is going on? I'm only 16 years old, somebody tell me what is going on!!!
7:17 am - a man grabs me, I don't know who he is. He pulls me into the doorway but I'm struggling to get away, I need my Dad. Where is my Dad?? I look out over the park across from the building the man pulled me into. THERE HE IS! There's my Dad!! Why is he driving the car across the park? I run out, run across the road. Dad stops the car, gets out and runs to me. Why are you crying Daddy? Why can't I hear anything? I'm safe, I have my Daddy's arms around me. I'm safe!
7:20 am - We pull into my Dad's office parking lot. We're both shaking and I'm crying. I'm scared, I can't hear anything. My Dad tells me to sit at his desk, he's making calls, but I don't know who he's calling....maybe my Mom? He looks up at me...and I see him mouth the words "oh shit".
7:45 am - We pull into the base clinic parking lot and walk into the clinic. There isn't a hospital on base, just a clinic. There is blood streaks on the floors and walls, people running around with stark terror on their faces. I sit in a chair just watching, seeing all but not hearing a thing.
8:10 am - I'm still sitting, I have to keep dabbing at my ears with the tissues my Dad gave me....there is blood on the tissue and I'm really scared, I'm dizzy and I don't feel well. Finally a doctor crouches down in front of me. He's shaking just as much as I am. He looks in my ears, asks my Dad some questions....they had to write them down for me so I could answer. Conclusion - Concussion and blown ear drums.
A few days later I had to talk to the Investigators because I was a victim and witness. They told me....had we been running just 30 seconds late......