I can’t believe it has been ten years. Just like a lot of people are saying, I will never forget where I was and what was happening that day. So today I thought I would share my memories on the tenth anniversary of the September 11 attacks.
I remember that morning very well. I was walking across my college campus after getting out of my morning class and started to hear people talking about planes crashing and something happening at the Pentagon. I returned to my dorm room to find a note on my desk, it said to turn on the TV then come downstairs. I’ll never forgot those images of the New York City skyline covered in smoke.
Upon hearing about the series of events, I suddenly remembered that my Dad was supposed to be on a plane that day. I called my Mom almost in a panic, but thankfully she told me that his flight had been scheduled for later in the day, and of course was canceled. Then I spent some time trying to reach my family in New York to see if they were okay, off course the circuits were busy. And we were all very concerned about my Aunt Nancy, who was working in the city that day. She had to stay in the city overnight, but she was okay. I also found out later that my Uncle Bill had been on a plane coming out of Newark. Apparently, his plane was just taxiing out to the runway when the FAA grounded all the air traffic. Which meant he was okay too.
Everyone I knew was safe. Unfortunately, there were so many people who were not so lucky. And my heart just went out to all those people. I also remember feeling very angry at those responsible and scared of what might happen after that.
But the good thing that came out of this tragic day (forgive me for saying) was that it brought everyone in America together.
My thoughts and prayers go out to those who lost friends and loved ones that day. We will never forget.