It was a crisp, sunny morning, and I was driving to school. I turned my radio on and it was dead silence. Cursing my radio, I thought it was broken.
I got to school, I walked in, and everyone was gathered around the main television in the student lounge. Curious as to why, I stood with them, and watched with horror as the second plane went into the tower.
CONFUSION, GRIEF, RAGE, DEATH, VIOLENCE, TERROR, DISBELIEF
Knowing that life would never ever be the same.
I realized then that the radio didn't work, because they evacuated the Sears Tower, and many Chicago stations are broadcast in it.
I walked in a daze to my Biology class, where all together we were consoling a girl who's best friend worked in the Pentagon. She could not get thru to her by phone. My professor, let us sit as a group and speak about what was happening in our country and not a word of Biology. I spoke of my friend Cassie who was going to school at NYU. Worried because I couldn't get a hold of her. In the days following, she sent a detailed mass email of her witness to the event, one that I printed out and have to this day.
Today marks 10 years and we are still
CONFUSED, we are still full of GRIEF and RAGE, VIOLENCE is still prevailing, and we are a nation in constant worry when the next terrorist attack will occur. All while moving forward and trying to live our lives.
At work, at the chapel we have a basket filled with all the names of those who lost their lives that day. Those who wanted too in the last week were to pick a name from the basket and pray for that person. I chose, Garth, he was 28 years old, on 9/11. I prayed for him and for his family that they have found some sort of PEACE with all the RAGE, the GRIEF, the VIOLENCE, and the CONFUSION that they had endured these past 10 years.
Where were you when the world stopped spinning, that September day?
I'll always remember.
I will never forget that morning either. I was at Purdue and slept in that morning, missing my math class. I remember waking up to a phone call from Dave asking me if my Dad still worked in the Sears Tower and to turn on the TV. I saw the second plane crash and cried in horror. I went to my second class not knowing what to do, and we informed the teacher of what had happened as she was unaware. She let us go, and we all went back to the dorms and watched TV. Amanda and I went to the memorial Purdue hosted that night and we all lit candles sitting on a hill. I will never forget that day and the lives that were lost.
ReplyDeleteI will pray for Garth too, he was our age when this happened.
I know... I randomly pulled his name and it was just odd to know that he was the same age as we are now. It is just one of those moments you will never ever forget.
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