September 11
We must never forget! that is pretty much how I feel. Beyond politics and anything else we must never forget.
Well this is my first year blogging so I think I will recount where I was that day and how I found out.
I was just starting to work like a normal morning at work. Getting done reading my e-mail my cube neighbor Johnathan came up and said this. A plane just crashed into one of the WTC towers in New York. I said no way. At this moment I am thinking just a plane crash.
We had a pretty nice lunchroom at the company that I was working at, we had 2 big TV’s on either end. I went over to watch the news and what was happening when all of a sudden I see the second plane hit. I immediatly knew this was not just an accident.
The rest of the morning I spend going back from the TV to trying to start working again with little luck. I got to see the towers collapsing and that was even more debastating to me. All of those lifes lost.
September 11 did not change me, but brought back memories I thought were of my past. Growing up in Colombia it was something normal to hear of bombs sploding or assasinations. They used to make me feel very vulnerable. I thought that living in the US, that was a thing of the past. September 11 broght that fear back in my life, that sense of vulnerability. That’s why we must never forget.
For months after 9/11 I had nightmares whenever I went to sleep…all of planes crashing; into buildings or into the earth. The horror of it will never be forgotten, not by any of us that lived that day with its unspeakable sorrow, pain, and fear…
I remember driving back from a court date for a ticket and hearing about the first plane going into the tower. I thought it was a joke at first. When I got home, I heard about the 2nd plane and the Pentagon. I never did go back to work, but stayed at home and watched it all on tv the whole day. It was a very sad day!
Sept 11th was one of the longest days I recall. I was into work early–it was prayer breakfast day–and had started cycling through e-mails. Steve, a co-worker came in and said a plane flew into the WTC. I figured it must be some plane off course but went to where a TV was with cable to check out CNN. I saw the second plane hit “live” as it were. Then, reports come in that the Pentagon is under attack and it sounds like a running gun battle. My dad works in DC…in the Pentagon. Slowly, this sinks in. I run to my office and call my mom, who is in Nashville taking care of my sister who has just recently got out of the hospital. I asked her “Is Dad at the Pentagon today?” (Sometimes he went to off-stie stuff and part of me is praying he’s off-site.) He’s at the Pentagon. I try to call his cell phone and get no response….I panic. I go back and watch in horror as the reports come in. Since our offices were near Oak Ridge, they let us go home…if we wanted. I went home…on the way home, my mom calls. Dad is OK, but he can’t call anyone. He left his cell phone at home.
I was only out of the loop a few hours…I cannot imagine what it was like for families who didn’t know for days…
I saw and watched all the rest of the day at home ,numb. At some point, I stuck in an old Dr Who video just to stop thinking about it for a while. I remember the sense of panic as rumors flew about more planes, attacks, etc. I remember seeing Bush come on and address the nation. I remember wishing we could just nuke all the countires that might have done this. I remember praying a lot. I remember the service the next night at church, hodling hands in prayer.
I remember 9/11 very well….I would have been about 16 @ the time, and a friend of mine in his class had his mom in the WTC just after first plane hit…..it was mindnumbing, that I can remember. Sorry to visit on so traumatic a note, but I is hopink that you are having a good week so far! *muah* take care!
I can understand completely about the PDA thing. Lol. Most of the (few) friends I have use their cell phone as their PDA. Lol, luckily for me, I’ll never get a cell. HAHAH! I talk too much … too expensive! I might get a lil’ pager though for Kris and I. Shoot, I’ll be lucky if I can get one though because they just don’t sell pagers like they used to. It’s getting waaayyy out of style!
Hey John, I remember where I was when it happened. It’s kind of freaky story too.
Me and my-then-wife had just came back from a trip from Sarasota, Florida the night before. I remember going downstairs for some coffee and clicked on the TV. That was when they were showing the pictures. I remember the news channels were relentless in showing the same images over and over again.
The freaky thing was that later I discovered that some of those terrorists had been training at a flying school in Sarasota. I felt creepy all over my body.