Today is 9/12, which means yesterday was 9/11. Even more poignant, it was the 10 year anniversary of The 9/11. I'm sure many people were thinking of the day the twin towers fell; where they were, what they were doing, who they spoke to and held and cried with.
We were down to one car at the time so I was taking my husband to work. On the way home from dropping him off, I heard on the radio that a plane had flown into one of the "twin towers". Now, I have never been to New York City and wasn't even aware there was a World Trade Center called the twin towers. Anyway, once I got home, I turned on the tv and learned a lot.
Not only was one of the very tall buildings on fire, but another plane flew into the other building as I watched. In shock, I watched as people rushed around trying to figure out what to do. The voice on the tv assured me that the towers were built to withstand a plane crashing into it. However, as I watched one of the towers collapsed on itself. It was like watching one of those shows that demonstrate how a building is razed. It was horrifying at yet impelling. Like watching a train crash and not wanting to see, but not able to look away.
Still reeling from the fall of the first tower, the second one fell. I called work and told them I would not be in. Shock, Shock!!
When I picked up my husband up after work, I hugged him and cried my first tears. They were there before I was aware of them. We held each other and mourned the death of so many innocent and brave people and for the death of the innocence of our beautiful country.
As the days passed, the realities of what had really happened came to light. We were under attack by terrorists, an entity I had heard of, but was only barely of their pathetic existence.
Well, it was interesting to put my thoughts out there. Thanks for listening.
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