Remembering 9/11 (standard:other, 840 words)
Author: Yobo	Added: Sep 05 2002	Views/Reads: 3382/1	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
As we approach September 11, 2002, many of us reflect on what we were doing that day one year ago. What were you doing?

REMEMBERING THEN 

Lately I've been reading in the local newspaper about the horrifying
events that took place almost a year ago, September 11th, 2001.  Many 
commentaries and thoughts surrounding "What were you doing that day".  
To me that day seemed like yesterday, as I am sure to many others. 

I remember I was going to start my holidays that day as soon as I had
met with a client of mine, then stop in at the rehabilitation centre 
and visit a friend of mine who was recuperating from an accident.   I 
was very excited that day, not because I was going to go anywhere, but 
someone was going to come to me.  This day was the day that I was to 
meet the man I had been talking with for several years online.  It was 
a beautiful day out, the sun was shining the weather was great. 

I was on line talking with a friend of mine in Michigan, when he typed
in to me "HOLY &%*$, the World Trade Centre has been hit".  Then my 
ex-boyfriend had logged in about then. I finally got the details from 
them about a plane flying into World Trade Center, and so I ran to turn 
on the news.  The broadcast was devestating, I woke my son up to come 
watch the news.  We both sat in horror as the second plane hit.  I'll 
never forget te feeling of helplessness, the pain and sorrow that I had 
felt as I watched the events unfold.  I remember the anger and hatred 
that coursed through my viens when  it was stated this was an act of 
Terrorism. 

I hadn't heard from my friend, but I knew he was safe still at home,
however I still had tried to call him. I kept my son home from school 
that morning, he too was in shock, he asked me the question that most 
parents wouldn't be able to answer, "Why mom, why did this happen".  
What does one tell a thirteen year old boy?  Hell, what does one tell 
anyone for that matter.  What could I tell myself?  All I could say 
was, I don't know.    I ran a quick email off to my friend Eddy a NYPD 
telling him to contact me as soon as he was able to let me know he was 
okay.  I sent my prayers to him and his colleagues as they struggled to 
rescue and maintain order in the chaos that struck thier city. 

I remember getting on the bus my eyes sore and red from the tears,
hidden behind my sunglasses.  I watched the people getting on and off 
the bus, seeming oblivious to the news that rocked the world that 
morning.  I wanted to yell at the kids that were laughing, I wanted 
to... well I really don't know what I wanted to do at that moment.  All 
I felt was my heart breaking for the families, and friends of those who 
perished that day.    I stopped in at the Transist centre and talked 
with the information person, she was trying to reach her brother in New 
York, I felt her pain and fear, saying a silent prayer for her and her 
family. 

That day, everything was so peaceful.  I was more aware of the world
around me.  Lives were going on, activities of every day.  I stopped 
and watched.  The grass was greener than it ever had been, the sky was 
a brilliant blue,  the city noise was surrounding me on the surface, 
but I listened closely and more intent til the outside noise of the 
city traffic was no longer there.  I heard silence. What had stood out 
the most was that there were no birds chirping, no planes flying 
overhead.  Nothing.   The world came to a stand still. 

I remember the anger I felt when I heard there was celebration by some
of the Taxi Drivers here in our peaceful city.  How I wanted them to 
suffer the same pain that many were feeling, then it dawned on me, I 
was no better than them, to wish ill will apon them.  I am a firm 
believer in what goes around will come around, and it will.  The saying 
the wheels of jusice turn slowly, it may, it does and it will.   I did 
hear from Eddy and he was safe, tired and like all devestated. 

There are many emails that went around the world, sending prayers, words
of encouragement and support to our American neighbours.  Once again, 
the emails are circulating, web pages of tribute, and my tears still 
fall when I remember that day.  I've yet to get through  the one 
website Calpilot.com, a tribute to 9/11.   Perhaps I will be able to 
view CalPilot in its entirety, but the tears will continue, as I 
remember September 11, 2001. 

God bless those that have lost their lives, the victims, and the many
firemen and police that perished.  Give strength to the families, the 
children and friends as they find themselves facing the anniversary of 
9/11.


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