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Like most people, I remember that morning very clearly. I was driving in to work and heard the news on the radio. I wasn't listening very closely as it was on more to help me wake up so it took a moment for it to register. I recall wondering whether or not I was listening to radio theatre, kind of like War of the Worlds, but the reality of what I was hearing soon sank in. As I got closer to work, I noticed that the only road leading to the office was closed off with several police cars parked there to block it. My heart started racing as I thought, "Could there be a terror attack going on right here, right now?"
Thankfully, it was supposed to be a quiet morning with no clients coming in. I called my assistant and we agreed to meet at the nearest coffee shop; one that looked over our blocked off street. A few gulps of delicious coffee helped clear away the remaining cobwebs from our brains and we started to fully grasp the reality of what was going on. Several business folk gathered at the coffee shop and we learned that the businesses on our street were not being attacked by terrorists. A gasoline tanker had turned over on the freeway and our street was closed off for safety reasons.
We were eager to watch the news so we headed over to Best Buy and joined several others watching their television sets. The look on every person's face was one of sheer horror and disbelief. Over and over again, we watched those planes fly into the Twin Towers until all of a sudden there were reports of another crash... and then another. My God! What was happening? Was the country being attacked?
At some point in the early afternoon, our street was opened and we went in to work. I'm sure we didn't accomplish much that day as our minds were full of the horror, sadness, fear and distrust I'm sure most people were feeling.
How do the events of that day hold meaning for me now?
In no way did we ask for or deserve what happened that day. I can only hope we've strengthened our security and scrutinized our past decisions. My thoughts and prayers go out to the families of those who perished that day and to all who were affected by this heinous act.
Peace to all.
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It still does not seem real to me. I was shut out from the world for more than 3 months. I knew that we were going to war, and I even WENT to war, but still, it does not seem real.
When I watched Friends, the back drop changed and I understand about Ground Zero, which I wanted to visit when I was overnight in NYC. I wanted to go see it. I wanted to see what it was that brought this country to war. My husband was deployed and didn't want me to go there alone and so I never did get to see it.
Still, I can't look at the pictures or see videos of it because in my mind, "It isn't real" which of course it is and there's really no denying it...but whether or not I'm cognizant of it, still does not change the fact that I can't wrap my brain around it! I know that I must be alone in these thoughts, but yet, I still have them.
The funny thing is: When Pearl Harbor was bombed (not a US state at the time, only a territory with lots of military) everything changed. It was obvious. When The planes crashed into the towers, NOTHING changed (okay, some things changed--but not to the extent that things changed after Dec 7). The prez said, "don't change, keep spending your money and watch your favorite TV shows and drive your cars and don't sacrifice anything, because that means the terrorists won!" I remember that. Distinctly.
Maybe that's why I CAN'T wrap my brain around it! Nothing changed!
I didn't "celebrate" or "mourn". The day came and left and I didn't even realize it! I took more notice that today is Monday the 15th (payday) than I did on Thursday the 11th.