I can't believe it's been 9 years since the horrible terrorist attacks on September 11.
I was a freshman in high school, and I remember that my best friend Matt's older sister Rose told us what was happening. At that point, only one tower had been hit. It didn't make sense at all—and we heard the news in passing. There was still a lot of excitement—not the good kind, but rather the unsure, chattering kind—and confusion about what was happening in New York. My assumption was that there had been an accident. I never would have imagined that that plane had crashed into the tower on purpose.
The first part of the day is hazy, I don't remember much about it because at that point there was nothing particularly special about it. If I remember correctly, my first one or two classes went on as usual. The teachers were no doubt being updated on the situation, but the magnitude of the events was still unclear.
Towards the end of the day, we spent class time watching the news, waiting to learn more, shocked at what was happening. Even then, it was hard for me to really understand the gravity of the situation. I remember feeling a little excited at the thought of being around for something that people were already saying would be talked about in history books. But I didn't really know what it meant, how bad it was. I wasn't thinking about the people who lost their lives, the families who lost their loved ones. But the more we talked about it, and the more I heard about it, and the more news I watched, the more it really hit me.
I remember thinking about how my Dad was supposed to be in New York the following week, and how glad I was that he wasn't there when it happened.
Thinking about it now isn't really any easier. I still feel so sad for those who lost loved ones.
God bless the firefighters and officers who risked their lives, and God bless those who lost their lives, lost family members, loved ones. I pray we don't have another attack like this in the country I love.
I hope everyone will take a moment today and remember those lost.
God bless.
4 comments:
it's still eerie up here when you go by ground zero. it's almost as if the loud, hustle and bustle of the city disappears and there's always a perpetual, understood moment of silence there.
-facen
I can only imagine. I'm super excited (I feel like excited is an appropriate word?) to visit ground zero when I come visit you! Like I said, not sure "excited" is the right word, but you know... I feel like it's a landmark that would be pretty powerful to see in person.
I visited ground zero a year after the attacks. I was a powerful experience. It made me feel very overwhelmed to see where so many lost their lives. I'm glad I got to go b/c it made me realize the magnatude of what happened. Your friend Matt's comment captures the experience exactly.
I posted a video on my blog that someone took who lived close to the WTC. It shows what happened in a much more powerful way than the news coverage.
awwww 9/11 ma bro's b.day too:(
following d blog:D
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