Originally posted by summer5
Hmmm...initially for me it was when I started having children. I just had this gut feeling regarding immunizations. I started investigating them,
talking with a family member who works for a 3 letter organization and is a micro-biologist. That was my turning point.
After that it was religion, although I always had MAJOR questions about things growing up.
Then 9/11 came along. Never bought that story.
Final nail in the coffin (that landed me here) was when Obama claimed to have killed Osama - YEAH RIGHT!
edit on 7-9-2011 by summer5 because:
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I want to add a bit more information regarding 9/11. That day ,I lived 45 minutes away from WTC. My 3 oldest children were in school. I was home with
my 2 youngest children...I had just had baby # 5 a few months prior. My 3 year old was watching tv after getting the 3 older children on the bus. I
was dealing with my baby who cried since birth.
The phone rang, I sat holding the baby and decided to let the machine pick up the call. I could hear my sisters voice come over the answering machine,
telling me to turn on the tv, sh*t was happening in NYC. Well..I didn't pay attention, my sister tends to freak at a hang nail.
A few minutes later, my mom called me from Florida, I was still feeding the baby trying to get him to sleep...I heard her message come across the
answering machine saying "turn on the news! The WTC has been hit!"....I thought WTF? So I told my 3 year old to bring me the remote...I turned on
the local network...I saw the coverage and couldn't believe my eyes.
I put the baby down in his crib..I called my mom in Florida. I turned on Blue's Clue's for my daughter...went upstairs and turned on the t.v. in my
bedroom...sitting talking to my mom, we both gasped at the 2nd tower being hit. We couldn't believe what we were seeing!
After that, I was a bit numb. I was hearing local news reporting that there were reports of more air craft still in the air. I told my mom I had to go
to retrieve my children from school...I wanted them home with me.
As I was getting ready to leave to pick up my children from school, the phone rang. It was my older brother who was beside himself. He told me that he
dropped off his wife at Logan that morning around 7:15, before work. She was heading to LA as usual. They had got into an argument on the way to the
airport. He was angry at her for taking to long dropping their kids off at the sisters house. It was going to make him late for work now that he had
to drop her off at the airport.
He (my brother) was stuck in traffic on his way to work and had heard some of the news on the radio.He wanted me to confirm if what he heard was
correct...that flight 11 from Logan International Airport, had crashed. I had been trying to get ready to leave and pick up my children from school, I
was watching the images across the screen, yet was numb and not hearing what they were saying. It was too close for comfort, too close to home.
I sat for a few minutes waiting to hear what information I could. At around 9 or so, I heard the flight announced that my brothers wife was on, had
hit the towers. My heart sank...how do I tell him this? He knows he dropped her off for her LA flight....but I had to confirm (to my brother who is
normally very calm, and isn't typically emotional) that his wife's flight went into the tower.
I told him what had been announced on the tv. He started to cry. He said he was getting off the next exit and turning around to go pick up the kids
from the sitters. At that point he had to go. I'm sure he didn't want me to hear him cry.
I left to pick up my kids at school. I was numb. It was bad enough that this was happening so close to home...but now my sister-in-law was one of the
passengers on that flight that hit the towers. I arrived at the kids school, and the staff was buzzing in the hallway. I asked to have my kids
released for the day. I told a few of the teachers who asked what I had heard on the news...I told them about the air craft hitting the 2 towers, and
how my sister-in-law was on one of the flights.
I got my children, hugged them and went home to continue watching the coverage. The kids wanted to know why I took them out of school. They didn't
understand. They were too young at the time. They saw the images on the news. I had to explain to them that their Aunt M was on that flight that hit
the towers. My parents and I were hurting for my brother and their children.
Eventually, later that afternoon, I got a call that my sister-in-law had missed the flight. from Logan to LA. By the time she got checked in, and to
the gate, she was to late to board Flight 11. She was put on another flight. When she reached LA, she heard the news about the attacks. She called my
brother to let him know that she had missed the original flight, and was placed on the next flight. What a relief that she was alright.