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We may want to have a moment of silence at some point today in our own way in remembrance for those who lost their live's and those who were also affected 11 years ago today.
Can/do you remember exactly where you were and what you were doing on that fatefull day when the new's hit the airwave's ?
I was on my way from Port Huron, Michigan, had just left the Secretary of State's office, on my way to a little one horse town called, Smith Creek, Mi. when I heard the new's that a small aircraft had just struck one of the tower's in N.Y. It was just shortly after 9:00 am.
How soon we forget.
I lived in New York then and was in school and the teachers put it on the news that morning. Wasn't exactly sure what was going on at that moment just knew it was something very bad.
"Each player must accept the cards life deals him or her: but once they are in hand, he or she alone must decide how to play the cards in order to win the game." - Voltaire
I can remember exactly where I was and what I was doing. It's still haunts me to this day.
I was in college at Purdue University (Calumet Campus) in U.S. History of all classes. It was my early class and we were studying U.S. involvement in the first World War.
As we were debating over the causes, another faculty member walked in and informed our professor what had just happened. When she announced it, it didn't seem real until one of our classmates screamed. Her older brother worked in the north tower. She frantically ran out of the room with just her cell phone, leaving behind her books and sweater. Seeing her response and her vacant seat really brought what just happened home.
We were let out of class early and as we left, we found her sitting in a corner on the floor down the hallway. She couldn't get through to anybody as the lines were clogged. As a class, we stayed with her until her family came for her.
Thankfully, her brother wasn't in the tower when it was hit and was home, trying to reach family and fellow coworkers.
Even though the attack took place hundreds of miles away in New York, it still hit us hard on a personal level in Northwest Indiana, much like the rest of the country. It's something that I will never forget. I still say little prayer every night for my fellow student, her family and everyone that was affected.
“Tell me and I forget. Teach me and I remember. Involve me and I learn.” ~Benjamin Franklin
As events of that day unfolded, I dug out my old shortwave to hear the international news reactions. Spent a good bit of the evening and some days that followed getting in touch with folks I knew from online that lived or worked in NYC to see if they were alright. Mostly they were, but a few, I never heard from again. Only knew those by online names, so I just hope they're ok out there somewhere and didn't happen to ever check into those chats or forums again. Kinda figure that's just wishful thinking with at least one of them who worked in the WTC, though.
"This young wine may have a lot of tannins now, but in 5 or 10 years it is going to be spectacular, despite the fact that right now it tastes like crude oil. You know this is how it is supposed to taste at this stage of development." ~ Itzhak Perlman
It was amazing to see the displays of patriotism along the way -- American flags on overpasses, buildings and vehicles -- and to connect with folks in state after state to talk about what happened.
I hope we never forget.
Not surprised you said this Diane, but a friend of mine was trying to get back home to Michigan from Florida the next day and since there were no flight's out he had to drive. He told me that while driving through Tennessee there were people on the overpasses along I-75 waving flag's. He said he broke down in tears because one particular area as he was driving under an overpass, they were playing this song.
My wife Sandra and I were moving from Mpls to California at that time. We were on the road and heard it over the radio in the car and we were thinking it was some sort of morning news radio joke. Then the second plane hit and we didn't know what to think so we stopped at a hotel and walked into their bar where the TVs were at. We both got drunk that morning and got a room for the night.
I was only fifteen at the time. This happened in the afternoon where I live, and my younger brother and I were just switching on the TV to watch Aliens on tape. The news was on (like it had been for a while and would be for several more hours on end) and we saw those awful pictures. We shouted for mum to come and take a look, because we couldn't take in the reality of what was going on. Mum's first comment was "I thought you were watching Aliens, not The Towering Inferno...?" Then she realised what was happening. Needless to way, we didn't watch Aliens that afternoon.
This actually affected us more personally than that, though. We had already booked a trip to New York for that autumn holiday, and mum, who had been there before, was planning to show us the WTC. Well, we did see what was left of it – a crater surrounded by construction fences. A nearby house was covered in black, like a mourner, and there was a huge cross of steel beams in the middle of the debris. The ground and fences were packed with flowers and letters. Such a horrible sight.
I've been to New York again since, and I went back there. There was a monument over all the lives lost, still with flowers and letters. I cried reading the names.
~ Once you've ruled out the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be true. ~