New Yorkers always comment on the weather that day. A crisp fall morning with a crystal clear blue sky; what should have been the perfect fall day. Instead, the blue sky became the stark backdrop to the black billowing smoke that rose into it.
September 11, 2001 is a day that transformed the lives of the many Americans that lived through it. Each person that lived through that day has a response to the question of where were you on 9/11? This year marked the 22nd anniversary of September 11. To remember the lives lost during that day, and the many people that put their hearts on the line to help others, we must listen to the stories from our SAS community; stories from those who choose to never forget. 
Vicky Gregg, board member and mother of Celia Gregg and myself, was finishing up her fellowship as a doctor at Bellevue hospital in New York City. She had moved into a new apartment on September 10, located one block south of the World Trade Center. At 8:20 a.m. Gregg boarded the subway for work. At 8:46, the North tower was hit. Once above ground, Gregg could see smoke rising from the North tower, and took off for work to prepare for numerous victims, but no one came. The doctors were waiting for patients and desperate for information.
At 9:59 a.m the first tower collapsed. “I had a friend staying in my apartment and I really thought they were dead because of how close we were to the towers,” said Gregg. 
After no patients arrived, the hospital instructed the doctors to move closer to the World Trade Center. “We moved down to the periphery of the rubble and we stood there and we took care of the firefighters. We would wash out their eyes with saline, give them breathing treatments, and occasionally we did an IV if they were getting dehydrated. Those guys were not going to leave to get treated at a hospital, so we just did it all there,” said Gregg. 
“Other than the blue sky and the smell of that burning metal, the thing I remember most was the sound. Firefighters wear these locators that will start chirping when they haven't moved for 10 to 15 seconds, so all you heard was all this chirping coming from beneath the rubble.”
The following week resulted in a period of adversity and hardship. “I couldn’t get away,” Gregg said. “I felt it at work because we were the hospital that took care of the firefighters and policemen, and I felt it when I got home because my beautiful windows now looked down onto this war zone of rubble.” 
Ms. Joanna Hallac, a former sophomore advisor and History teacher at the Upper School, was a year out of college and living in a suburb of New York City. She was coaching soccer and working as a sub at the local high school. The morning of 9/11, her fellow coach called her and told her to turn on the news.
“I turned on the Today show, and I couldn’t really tell what was happening. You think it was a freak accident, not a terrorist attack. Your brain just did not go there.” Hallac watched on live-TV as the second plane came into view and smashed into the South Tower. “I just started to cry. Because I think that's when everyone knew what was happening. We were under attack.” Ms. Hallac tried to call her friend who she knew lived in the city but got no reply. Communication was down due to the broken antennas that had been on top of the tower. Hallac didn’t have any other way to contact friends and family. At one o’clock, Ms. Hallac went to the high school where she coached and subbed regularly. “No one had told the kids. It was weird to me that we hadn’t told them but then I realized, oh my God, of course we’re not telling the kids because they have parents who work in the city,” said Hallac. The rest of the day consisted of sitting with students and other faculty waiting to hear from their friends and family. “Even though I wasn't in the city, just being in that proximity, you knew that there were people that went to work that day from your town and the towns right around you, that weren't going to come home.” 
The rest of the week was a blur. Hallac ended up coaching their soccer game the next day, and was able to contact her dad who was overseas and her mom who lived in New York. The week consisted of long nights and hard days, spent watching the news and checking up on people. “You couldn't stop watching the coverage. It was mesmerizing and it was everywhere,” said Hallac. “It just was like this weird combination of trying to go back, trying to keep your routine, but there was nothing routine about that week.” 
When asked to comment on what it’s like teaching kids who didn’t live through 9/11, Hallac said, “the world you've known is just so starkly different from the world I knew when I was your age and that makes me sad for you, actually. It makes me sad that you only know this kind of post 9/11 world because it was just different. It was just really different.”
Mr. Matt Lipstein, Director of Technology at St. Andrew’s, was living a mile north of the Twin Towers on 9/11. He was in between jobs, and enjoying his cereal when he got a call from his friend Dave.
“I picked up the phone and he’s like, ‘A plane just hit one of the Twin Towers.’ I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV and while we were on the phone, both watching TV at the same time, we saw the second plane hit the second tower. That’s when both of us knew that there was obviously something more happening,” said Lipstein. 
Lipstein hung up the phone, quickly put on his shoes (without socks to save time), and headed over to Dave’s apartment. “At that point, everything on the New York City streets was totally normal. It was as if many people didn't even know what was happening,” said Lipstein.
Dave, Lipstein, and their friend Darren, gathered at Dave’s apartment, and huddled around the TV mesmerized at what was unfolding in front of them. They discussed their proximity to the towers, and decided it would be safer at Dave’s sister’s apartment, located 30 miles north from their current location. “We went downstairs and the scene had totally changed on the streets. It was way more of a panic. Nobody knew what was going on,” said Lipstein. 
The three of them began their 30 block walk North. They were joined by thousands of people who all shared the same idea; get away from the World Trade Center. “We didn’t know if there were more planes coming. We didn’t know if there were attacks all over the U.S. People were huddled around their cars listening to the news on the radio. And then someone shouted ‘one of the towers is falling.’”
Unable to see the Twin Towers, the realization that they were falling was enough to send everyone around them into a panic. The debris that followed was even worse. “This blast of white dust and debris came up the avenue where we were. It wasn’t enough to cover us, but the destruction was reaching us, and we were like, ‘We have to book it.’”
Almost to the apartment, they paused at a small corner store, filled with many people unaware of what a person should do or buy at a time like this. “We had no idea how to prepare for an emergency. We bought candy bars. Like as many Snickers bars as we could. And I think my buddy Dave got a whole bunch of sliced ham,” shares Lipstein. Stocked with their ham and candy, the three of them reached the apartment.
“My buddy Dave started hyperventilating into this brown bag. It felt like the end of the world.” Darren’s wife worked at a school right next to the Twin Towers, and couldn't get in contact with him. Lipstein, along with his two friends, failed to get in touch with their families. 
 “Maybe three hours after watching the news and calling people, we got some cell phone communication back. We found out that Darren's wife was okay, and we got in touch with family members,” said Lipstein. At that point, the three of them decided to head back to lower Manhattan towards their apartments. 
“The scene outside had completely changed again. It had been so long that people who were next to the destruction at Ground Zero, had made it up to our part of Manhattan. You may have seen the images of people covered in white debris, all the destruction, they're covered in that. And there were people with wounds, and there were people who were hurt. And there were people crying everywhere,” said Lipstein. “The thing that was really powerful about that moment, beyond the obvious, is that all the New Yorkers who weren't coming from Ground Zero were taking care of the people who were down there. So this city that has such a bad rap for being tough and having a hard surface and hard edge, they really were incredibly compassionate and supportive of each other during this whole experience.” The three of them continued their walk back as one of the few groups walking towards Ground Zero instead of away. 
The rest of the week was spent huddled in each other's apartments watching the news for 24 hours a day. “On the streets of New York, people started posting on fences, photos of friends and loved ones that they were missing, that they haven't seen since the attack. Almost every wall or fence was kind of plastered with these portraits of people who were missing. It was really, really sad and really, really intense and really immediate,” said Lipstein. 
As 9/11 comes back up each year, Mr. Lipstein has a phone call with Darren and Dave, the two people that he spent that day with. He does a chapel talk every other year, informing students of his story and his experience during 9/11. 
“It was a hard day for everyone,” shares Lipstein. “I have my story. Everybody has their own story, and I think it’s important to remember and talk about, and never forget what happened on that day.”