My prayers go out today to the family members of the victims of the tragic attacks that took place on September 11, 2001 in New York City, Washington D.C., and Pennsylvania. As well, my thoughts and prayers go out to our soldiers overseas who are daily risking their lives and making sacrifices to prevent such an attack from happening to our country again.
I will never forget that day as long as I live. It is amazing that 7 years have passed by already. I was at the office where I worked on the phone with a vendor placing an order for a client when the salesman on the phone paused and told me that a plane just flew into the World Trade Center. We finished our conversation and I went upstairs to my bosses office where we turned on a TV in the conference room and watched the rest of the attacks unfold within the next several minutes. I will never be able to explain the tragic loss I felt that day as I watched my country attacked by a foriegn enemy.
Join the Conversation: Have you forgotten? Where were you when you heard about the attacks on 9/11?
I was in Oxford, MS working in a substation.
I was in Houston…out of work , broke , in a horrible, dead end relationship and depressed about everything.
I watched the day’s events in utter dismay. Each image more surreal than the next.
I watched tragedy unfold and horror in Technicolor, yet even in my saddened state, I didn’t cry. I couldn’t cry.
In the early Spring of 2006, I saw the movie, “United 93”.
I walked out of the theatre with a lump in my throat.
I passed by a McDonald’s and saw a flag waiving on it’s flagpole. I did then, what I hadn’t been able to do in the years since almost 3,000 of my fellow human beings were killed by hate….
I cried.
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I was off at my first year of college. I didn’t have any classes that morning and I was sleeping in. Just then someone came running into our room and told us the news. Then we all rushed to the lobby and with everyone else watched the news about the attack.
I was also off at my first year of college. We were in chapel when they told us what had happened. I’ll never forget exactly what I was doing, and where I was standing at that moment that day. I’ll never forget.
we were living in an “extended stay” hotel in Jax, Florida and I had just woken up and flipped on the t.v. The second plane had not hit and so, already in shock from seeing the first one, the second one cemented the fact that this was an attack. I called Sylvia moments later and she confirmed that Harley was ok…it wouldn’t be long after that the lines were down or so jammed no one could get through… I was glad to have been able to make contact… later that evening, with everyone on alert, our radio was full of reports of different places being under watch… we heard an announcement to keep an eye on i 95 between Jax & Orlando for a suspicious purple vehicle racing to get away from some sort of inquiry– alert just seemed heightened and all of a sudden life seemed dangerous no matter where you were… even out to eat or grocery shop for your family.
The displays of patriotism and the spirit of unity that dwelt in our land at that time was a beautiful thing…the rose amongst thorns… if only we could have kept it with us longer.