I remember it so vividly… the thought of it still clouds my head and the emotions still stir uncomfortably when I recall the events of that day for me.
I was driving to school and the local pop radio was on and they started talking about some news coming in from New York and the people on air were laughing because they were saying that that is just some cruel rumor and sick joke… that HAS to be a lie.
I found myself parking and walked up the college stairs to campus and there were TV’s… plugged in and on in every classroom that had one… and all the students were literally plugged in to them at a standstill. Some were inside the classrooms they had no business in being in and some stood from outside. We were all watching the TVs. We were being told and shown images of the plane that had just crashed into one of the Twin Towers in New York City.
And we were all there to see the second plane hit Tower 2 exactly when it occurred… right before our eyes. And after that, they day, the weeks, and even the months were a blur to me. The only thing that would recall or tell me what happened that day would be the very same thing that showed me how it all started – the TV.
What told me that it was no rumor, joke, or lie were the stories of those that were lost and never found, the never ending heroes that served their country that day (which many will never be able to tell others about it) and the lives forever changed by an event we never want to experience again.
May we never forget… and may it never replay… Remember 9/11.
