I feel that I will add to the growing number of September 11 blogs. If I didn’t live in NYC, I might not feel the need. But as you can imagine, there is no escaping this day when you are surrounded by those who lived it.
If I had been at my current job 5 years ago, I would have just gotten to work. 16 minutes later, I would watch the attacks through my office window. There is an empty space in the skyline that I have never seen filled because I had never been to NY until after 2001.
As it was, I was in my apartment in Davis, CA 5 years ago. It was a Tuesday so I had the day off from work and did not have to go to school until later. I had no idea anything had even happened until I ran into a friend while getting the mail. He said “Isn’t that crazy how the plane just went right into the building?” I had no idea what he was talking about, and he told me to go turn on my tv.
I was lucky because I did not know anyone that was in NY at the time. I was not one of the thousands making worried phone calls to loved ones, not being able to connect. I was not one of the millions of New Yorkers that were trapped in the area, away from the buildings but unable to get home. I was some clueless CA college kid.
This morning at 8:46 all activity stopped in my building, and I imagine it was the same for most of the city. An announcement for a minute of silence & reflection came over the PA system, interrupted only by an insensitive coworker asking “starting now?” There was no answer, so she stopped talking.
Suebob has done a lovely tribute to one of the people lost that day. Ghandi Rules did one about a survivor. Suzanne describes the day in detail. Please go read them. I’ll return to more light-hearted fare when the city around me is in greater spirits, and I can look at the sobbing faces without breaking down myself.
5 comments:
I like
You are so right about: "no escaping this day when you are surrounded by those who lived it."
It is a very profound statement. Great post.
I am so glad that you wrote about this because while it was unbearably awful here that day, it is not just about New Yorkers, but about how everyone felt that day. It means a lot to those of us who were there to know that people in other places did stop to think and worry about us. Even if we become hard and cynical about it five years later...
thanks guys.
Good rememberance.
If you go to my 09/04 archives, my reminiscence is in there.
Post a Comment