Every once and while I get a story that really gives me the chills...
Totally off the record... I am a flight attendant for American Airlines, based in Boston.
On September 11th, I had an early sign-in and was quite tired. At approximately 6:15 a.m., I headed to my gate.
My departure gate was one gate to the left of American's Flight #11, which was at the end of the terminal.
As I walked to the end of the terminal, I passed a very evil human. He was staring at me as I walked by. I felt his stare before our eyes met. When I looked at him, it felt as if evil passed through my body at that moment.
I had chills and felt very uneasy. I quickly looked down at the floor and almost ran to the jetbridge door. I just kept thinking that once I get behind that jetbridge door, then I will be safe.
As I walked down the jetbridge to my plane, I thought to myself, "God, that guy was really creepy. I hope he's not on my flight."
I never again thought of that moment, until I saw Mohamed Atta's photo on TV. I jumped and gasped for air, then started to cry.
How could I ever mistake or forget that look in his eyes? I looked at photos of all of the other suspected terrorists on Flight #11 just to be sure. I am not mistaken. It was Mohamed Atta.
His evil ripped through my soul that morning. I know... I felt it. Sometimes I know things before they happen. I only wish my intuition was sharp that morning. If only I had been less tired and more alert. Maybe then I could have said something to someone and my friends and coworkers would still be here today.
5:34:26 PM 
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