mine won’t amount to a hill of beans, but here it is anyway.
I will never forget the moment the second plane hit the second tower. The image is frozen into every single cell in my body. I still cry when I allow myself to think about it.
I hope to God 9/11 is the worst thing my children ever have to witness in their lifetimes.
If 9/11 taught us anything, it’s that we are all Americans, in good times and in bad. While a difference of opinion is expected, we should stop acting like adversaries and work together to fix what 9/11 broke. The terrorists didn’t care if we were liberals, conservatives or independents. They didn’t care about the color of our skin or how much money we made. They were equal opportunity murderers.
Hatred, and a misguided belief that God is on one side, and only on one side, can lead to terrible actions. I haven’t a clue how we stop that sort of wrong thinking, but Sunday seems like an appropriate day for reflection.
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It’s crazy to think I can remember more details about that day than almost any other day in my life. It seems I can recall everything I did once I saw the second plane hit the tower.
The tears still shed and as you said, hopefully that’s the worst our children have to see.
This is such an emotionally charged, intense and difficult anniversary. Carl and I watched an incredible Frontline episode yesterday that discussed how religious leaders came to terms with what happened, and how it affected their faith. I wonder if non-Americans are just as traumatized by this event, and how they feel about this day.
I think 9/11 was a world turning point. It brought a sense of reality, compassion and focused awareness to America we’d never before possessed. I’m saddened that the loudest voices are often the least compassionate voices, but no matter how loud they shout a change has come to America that will eventually lead us toward more tolerance and unity. People who thrive on division and hatred are enjoying a heyday now, but the next generation (The youngest are already half grown) won’t accept it.
XXOO Kat
Kat…I hope.
Penny - I remember this day, the Challenger disaster and even the Kennedy assassination, though I was a kid sitting on my dad’s lap. Some things, unfortunately, stick forever.
Amber, yes, it’s tough.
Well said, my friend. And a fervent hope that we can work together as Americans.
Today is a day that I’ve been dreading. I find it hard to believe it’s been 10 years, I still remember it vividly. I was out of my mind with worry and grief. My husband works across the street from Ground Zero and I didn’t know if he was alive or dead for four hours, I was a mad woman that morning. I truly believed he was dead and my heart goes out to all the families who lost loved ones that day. I have a pretty good idea of what they must have gone through that day. I came so close and I was so lucky, my husband returned home to me that day unscathed, but a few people from my town died that day in the towers. I’ve watched some anniversary coverage today on TV, but I don’t want to relive it. I hate it. I don’t want to remember where I was and what was happening to me when I first heard about the planes crashing. I don’t want to remember how I was afraid I’d have to tell my 8 year old son his father was dead. I don’t want to remember how my mother had to shake me and tell me to be brave when I was losing it. It was horrible, horrible, horrible. It was a traumatic and devastating experience for me that left me scarred forever. I can’t forget it, and I hate that. I hate that this terrible thing happened to our country, but I am grateful there has been nothing like it since. Those first few years afterwards were hairy. There was a time when we were living with a desperate fear of some kind of attack. I remember buying tape and plastic to put on our windows in case of some kind of biological attack. I still have these special pills we were supposed to take in case.. what a joke, to think they would help. But we were living in desperate times and I was desperate mother. Today is only dredging it all up for me, I wish it never happened, I wish I could forget.
Oh Julie, I can’t imagine. We worried they’d go after places in California, but everything was grounded so there was no opportunity.
Yeah, I hope, Sandra. Doesn’t seem like it these days.