Hard to believe it's been seven years already since this awful day happened.Donna
Remembering here, too.
I was in Colorado getting my sons ready for school when we saw what happened on that tragic day. It had a huge impact on my entire family. For that matter it still does. Its a day that should never be forgotten.
I was just arriving at school. My girl friend told me about the first plane hitting, I witnessed the second in my school's computer lab.Amazing that it has been 7 years. Sometimes it feels much closer, sometimes much farther.
I was asleep when a friend called me and yelled in the phone: "TURN ON THE TV we are under attack." I turned it on and saw the 2nd tower being hit.Life has never been the same for many of us because of that day. Some lost loved ones. Some realized how precious life truly is. Some gave their lives; other had their lives violently taken. Most of us, all over the world, felt a sense of vulnerability they had never experienced before. The positive is that there was a unity among Americans and between Americans and other countries who grieved with us.Sigh. We just sang "God Bless America" at work. I got chills.
I was sitting in a meeting in the Pentagon... Has it been seven years already? I still wonder when they are all coming home.Wendy
Remember crying alot. Still brings a tear to my eye. We must never forget the lives lost and the unity it brought to all of us around the world
I was in Disneyland, not exactly the happiest place on Earth that day. Then when everything in LA was shut down we spent two days in our hotel room. I still remember the moment I realized what happened. Sigh.
I was in French class at Rutgers, scared to death because we were all told to go home. It took me an hour to get across the Raritan River, and when I arrived home I could see fighter jets in the skies. It was really scary.
I was on the other side of the world. Because of the time difference, the attacks happened during our night and so we woke up to the news. I was in hospital at the time. So far away, yet so many felt your pain. The place kind of opersted on automatic pilot that day.
The night before, I worked a load-out for a concert at the Garden. Woke up about 6 hours later to discover that the Head Carpenter I worked with on the show boarded the plane for L.A... He had left the tour to go home to be with his wife for the birth of their first child.
I was at home making some important phone calls. I had the T.V. off so didn't have a clue. I called a local factory to check up on something. The person who answered the phone hurriedly said that the factory might close because parents were worried about there children, and needed to pick them up at school. She said, "I'm sure you understand", and hung up. I figured there was a bomb scare, or something. Since it was a local factory I thought it might be on the news. So I turned on the T.V. and saw a replay of it. Shocked!Good question. I might add it to mine.
In New Zealand we woke up to the news and for some of us we were faced with worrying where our friends and family were. We spent the morning stuck to the tv at work and trying to find out from the embassies what was going on with our friends. I will always remember the fact that people looked after each other. Friends of mine who had moved to NY city the week before from aussie and were staying in the WTC were left walking the street with nothing but the clothes on their back and someone took them all home and gave them a place to stay for a few days until everything could be sorted out. They also let them call home so we got to know they were safe!I am amazed at some of the incredible stories such as my friends sister who worked in the WTC and decided to pull a sickee that day.
I'm curious as to how long is too long to keep rehashing it. I know people take different amounts of time to heal but at some point it's got to feel like reopening a wound over and over again.
Incidentally I was in NYC visiting, my husband was in Tower 2 and made it out, but he wasn't my husband at the time.
I was at work and partner called me. I then camped out in front of the tv at work. I remember it not feeling real at first. Kind of surreal.
I was getting dressed for work, saw the 2nd plane hit. Drove to work careening my neck toward the sky, wondering if this was an all out, nationwide attack. Saw several distraught clients. Keeping them calm, wishing I had my own therapist that day. Or a TV in my office.
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I remeber I was in bed when the first plane hit. I was at the office when the second one hit. I can remeber my supervisor saying, "A plane just hit the WTC are you kidding me"This is a tragic event in history. But I have to say that I think in a small way it was America's wake up call. You have seen the many changes in this country since this awful thing happened. I wish it did not take this event to insipre these changes.
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Working in my office (at home)with GMA on. I went to wake my husband and we watched the second plane hit while sitting in our bed. I was so stunned that I actually told my husband that the second plane must have gotten too close while flying by for a look. I am not a stupid girl, I just could not comprehend tragedy on that level at that moment. My husband looked and me like I was crazy. Once I realized what was going on, my only thought was wondering if I should go to the school to pick up my boys. I wanted them home with me so badly. I am a nester and am most comfortable with all my loved ones being near me.We are in NYC right now for the memorial and a NYPD pipe band concert tonight at Town Hall in Manhattan. Everyone we talk to knows EXACTLY where they were when they heard. One of those "forever etched in your mind" events.
I was in Orlando, frantically trying to reach the woman who was my long-distance girlfriend at the time. She worked at a cosmetics store in the World Trade Center. She wasn't scheduled until the afternoon. She was herself frantically trying to reach friends and co-workers, and her cell phone quit while she was in line to donate blood. A good friend of hers died that day. Their last conversation ended in jokes at each others' expense and an exchange of obscene gestures. I think that will haunt her forever, though I've told her so often that if their last conversation ended with her saying, "I love you, I'd miss you if you died, please don't show up to work tomorrow," he'd have finished with, "Don't be weird." After she was told she was too small, at 4'11" and 95 pounds, to give blood, she went to her friend's apartment, had the super let her in, and called his mother in Russia. Since she is Russian herself, she felt that someone who could speak the language needed to call her as soon as possible.At midnight, she finally returned my messages. And the first thing I said to her was, "Never do that to me again!" When they finally allowed flights to New York again, I went up there, even though I couldn't afford it. The night I arrived was the first time she'd slept more than an hour at a stretch since that Tuesday. And I didn't want to leave, or even let her go.
I think it's important to remember, but it's also important to know what it is we are remembering.A new Italian documentary sheds some troubling light on what happened on September 11, 2001. This video was played on Russian state television on September 12, 2008. I find the possibility that Russian television is more willing to take an honest look at the event then media here in America to be troubling indeed.'Denial' is NOT a river in Egypt.Check it out here:http://tinyurl.com/zero911BTW: Hugs to Deb - sorry I haven't visited much lately, but I think about you all the time!G
I was working in a terrible job that I hated. I quit the following monday. Hi Deb~ trying to catch up....take carek
It's still a hard day for me personally and professionally. People have different trajectories when moving through trauma, so allow others to find their way - even if you've already healed.
Seven years. I cannot believe it. I am from Long Island, New York.A day we will never forget.
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