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Since we all agree that the September 11, 2001 was a very sad day, I thought it would be appropriate to have a thread in which we can reflect and try to find meaning in that tragedy. Write whatever you want, but please do not turn this into a a discussion thread. If you would like to share your thoughts, post them, and then read what others have said.
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As some you know, I was in Paris on September 11, 2001. I returned to my Paris flat after a day sightseeing and turned on the French news, hoping to catch the weather forecast. Instead I saw that one of the World Trade Towers had collapsed. At first I was confused, thinking it might be a documentary of some type. But, then I realized that something terrible had happened. And then the second Tower came down. For the next 12 hours, my partner and I sat transfixed watching the horrible images again and again.
I felt helpless being in Paris, but I think that's how Americans everywhere felt. We had no idea if Al Qaeda had planned other attacks, but the loss of life and the proportions of the tragedy kept 9/11 fresh in our mind for weeks, even months. Gradually, things returned a little bit to normal. The early estimates that said 25,000 or more people might have died proved wrong, and when that number fell below 5,000, I felt a little sense of victory.
When I think of the tragedy, I think of those who were afraid to fly, afraid to try new things. I think that we only have one life to live, and even if we take no chances, some terrible event can come along and kill us. I think the lesson of 9/11 is that we have to celebrate life, treasure each day, and we have to try to look upon those we love with the idea of remembering them.
When I look back on that day and think of those who died, and their families who were in terrible pain while the tragedy unfolded, I think we have to try to make a better world and work towards peaceful coexistence. It will never be too late for that to be the lesson of 9/11 -- to always work towards peaceful coexistence, even in wartime, to always try to help people so they no longer feel the madness that leads to violence.
I had just started a new job about a month prior and had gone to a seminar at the Crown Plaza. Seminar started around 8:30 and my boss and I were mingling amongst the crowd. We got seated and speakers began talking. At around 9:30 the main speaker announced that there had been a terrorist attack and planes had hit the WTC and all the televisions in the foyer were on if people wanted to go see what was happening. From the sound of it, it didnt sound all that bad as he had said "airplane" so I thought a Cessna of some sort.
I wandered out into the foyer around 10am and saw only one tower of the WTC standing amidst a huge dust cloud. I asked the guy next to me what happened to the other one and he glumly replied "It collapsed"
At that point, I knew we were in some serious shlit and pretty much sat transfixed at the tv for the next few hours. They tried to continue on with the seminar but pretty much everyone in attendance was lost mentally to what was going on.
I called my wife who was over my grandmother's house with my 2 year old and our 5 month old and they were in disbelief as well.
Shortly after I met up with some longtime friends for lunch as we watched a lot of the footage of the planes hitting and such and it was simply surreal. I distinctly remember telling one of my friends (A Pakistani psychiatrist) to be careful and to possibly lay low over the next week or so due to the possible backlash against anyone of Arabic/Muslim descent.
I got home shortly after and my wife and I pretty much stayed up all night watching television feeling this sense of both intense anger and intense sadness for all those poor people and their families. All the children who were either on those planes themselves or who were left wondering what happened to their mommies or daddies (or both!)
It was simply the worst day in my lifetime and god willing hopefully neither I nor my children will see worse.
I asked my wife the other day, when should we start really getting into this with our children. My oldest daughter is now 7, the infant of 9/11 at the time is now 5 and we've added yet another daughter to the family 16 months ago. I have the documentary "9/11" on dvd and watch it each year around this time. I'm wondering when I'll have them watch it with us.
I was painting the house listening to NPR, when I heard the news, and then went in to watch the TV. Was a very profound day in my life...
My Bro in law worked in the Pentagon and my sister worked in DC, tried to call folks could not get a hold of them, started to get nervous. Later that afternoon my sister called and told me her story.
She worked for a defense contractor and was at a meeting and saw what was going on that the Pentagon, wanted to leave her boss refused her request she walked out and got home. Her husband was in the Pentagon, coincidentally where the plane hit was where his former office was(remember this is the section that was being rebuilt)... he was not hurt, but left along with everyone else that could, and started home... he got home late that afternoon and it was a relief for everyone.
Coincidentally, he is being interviewed by a local sports reporter along with Fred Smoot prior to Monday nights Minnesota game about 9/11 and its impact on their lives(they moved to St. Paul this year)... two years ago my wife and I went to NY and spent some time at Ground Zero and St. Paul's Chapel, brought my grandson last year.
Later I found out that a childhood friend of my son worked for one of the brokerage firms in the twin towers and lost his life... overall lots of stress and life will never be the same on 9/11.
“We like to say that dependability is more important than ability,” Bill Belichickism....
I hurt my back thqat morning tying my shoes. The worst I ever hurt it in my life. It is when 2 discs slide...they do their damage...and they go back...real painfull, makes you walk crooked or not all, and time is the only cure.
So, I'm at my desk...I live there 7 days a week. I watch it all unfold from minute #1 because I always used to have the Today show on in the morning.
I felt sadness for the people who perished in the planes and the building when the 1st plane crashed...
I was devastated when those towers fell and all those innocent rescue people, who had not been in the building perished....they ran without hesitation to their grave...I will never witness anything worse than that ever....extremely haunting.
I was mad, outraged and wanted blood. But I knew why the towers were attacked...they were attacked so we would go to war with them. They had been trying for years....OBL waged war on us in 1996.
I knew why it happened and I knew what we would now do. So, I became devasted on 2 fronts because neither what happened nor what was going to happen would save lives...there were thousands more yet to die...like the civilians and rescue people that day...the American & foreign names, from 2 continents... were yet to be picked. it's still 9/11 to me...it will be 9/11 until the day I die.
I'll try this and hope it doesn't sound crass. I was sat at home on that day, listening to a talk radio show. The presenter is still etched in my mind, that's how vivid it was. It is perhaps worth pointing out that I lived in Hounslow, West London, which is 3 or so miles from Heathrow Airport and we were a couple of hundred yards from its approach path.
The presenter said that a plane had hit the WTC. I guess, like many others, I thought it was a light aircraft with some suicidal person on board or it had veered off course. Then he said a second plane had hit. I rushed out and shouted to my landlady (a lovely woman in her 70s, a mother of one of my friends), saying "Dot, you're not going to believe this!".
We sat there, watching Sky News for the entire rest of the day (It was 2pm our time when it happened). I don't need to describe the sense of shock because you all felt it. I had never been that shocked by the news in my life. Everything was so confusing. The reports kept flooding in, of one that hit the Pentagon, another allegedly headed towards the White House, another one
that crashed with no one knowing why. It also raised our consciousness of all the planes flying near our house.
My emotions that day were a mixture of shock, upset for the victims and hatred towards the hijackers and Bin Laden. I'll never forget watching those poor b*stards jumping from the Towers and them collapsing. It was truly horrible.
The blog of our recent trip to The States (September and October 2012):
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Before 9-11 the FAA permitted light aircraft to conduct an Ariel tour of the Statue of Liberty. You'd fly south along the Hudson River, circle the statue as long as you wanted, and then fly back up the river. You were required to fly very low because the route is so close to the major airports, well below the tops of the towers, and below the tops of most all the skyscrapers downtown. I did that flight several times, at night it was spectacular.
That morning I was driving out to a job out in Worcester. I was certain the two idiots on WEEI were wrong about it being an airliner that had hit. I was positive that it must have been some knucklehead on the statue tour. I spent the whole day not believing even as station after station all said the same things. Eventually I finished what had to have been the worst-looking vinyl floor I'd done in 10 years. I finally got home and saw the footage for myself and I saw the Palestinians dancing in the street and felt hatred. For quite a while after that, all I wanted from life was to see a bunch of Palestinians on fire. I don't hold a grudge against the entire region. IMO there really needs to be a better carrot to go along with the stick President Bush keeps poking them with. However, I'll never forgive those cheering Palestinians. They lost my support forever on 9-11.
I'm a dentist who was in my office when the attacks occurred. My first thought was that an air traffic controller must be in big trouble after the first one. When the second tower was hit, I blurted out, " it's a terrorist attack" I don't remember saying it but a patient reminded me when she came back. I serve as a forensic dentist and was called out to Western PA and Flight 93 the next day. When I returned I put pen to paper and wrote the following. I apologize if it's a little over the top but take yourself back to those days immediately after 9/11.........
Reflections on Freedom 9/11......
As I stood on that mound of dirt and looked out at the Pennsylvania field that September day, I was reminded of a quote by Martin Luther King, "the ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands in times of challenge." That recovered strip mine in Somerset County is hallowed ground, as hallowed as the beaches of Normandy, Iwo Jima, Lexington Green or the fields of Gettysburg. It was there that 40 people rose up, joined together to fight back and gave their lives. They were a cross section of America in its truest form. Young and old, married and single, Christian and Jew, straight and gay, black and white, from coast to coast and between they joined together to fight an unspeakable evil.
We'll never know how many people sleep comfortably in their beds tonight thanks to those heroic passengers. It might be your spouse or parents or your children or your nieces or nephews who might have been the intended targets of the hijackers that day. Instead, they made the ultimate sacrifice in that time of challenge.
There were other heroes that day in the Pentagon and at the World Trade Center. From all the military personnel who waded through deadly fire and smoke to rescue unknown comrades because it was the right thing to do to the police officer who died after repeatedly pulling injured survivors out of the burning tower to lead them to safety and going back in to rescue more. Then there's the fire captain who led by example reaching the 78th floor with his men in the hope of rescuing survivors only to lose his life there. I thought of the lawyer who worked in the building next to the World Trade Center who was a part time paramedic grabbing his emergency bag, donning a pair of gloves and while others were fleeing to safety went into harm's way to rescue others and died there. I thought of these people as we served and felt the awesome responsibility to help identify them and bring them home to their families. It was in that time of challenge and crisis that they acted the way we all hope we would have acted. I thought of them as I drove past nearly three hundred miles of flags of every size and shape on the way back home to my family. Suddenly, the colors took on a new meaning in a much more personal way. I understand now why the red is a symbol for the blood spilled in the defense of liberty and purity of the white and the valor of the blue. The flag stands for all that is right with America and is as representative of its freedoms today as it was when first sewn over two centuries ago. When my children ask of heroes, I'll tell them of those who fell on 9/11.
G-d bless the memory of them all........
I lived in NYC at the time. Moved there for kicks ~ age 22. Young with money and no responsibilities. Many nights those buildings served as a lighthouse, allowing me in a drunken blur to acclimate my directions to find my way home. They were tall, taller than anything else, even uptown in Harlem you see (saw) them at night. The steady red blinking light on the top of one. Other times, when I was more suitable to sounding less crass than myself, they were a landmark for orientation coming out of a subway hull, or navigating the convoluted downtown streets. Often, on quiet nights and being a self-aware passer-through in a state of grand youth in a worldly city, I would sit and drink and look over the skyline and would always come back to the towers and the blinking light. They were so tall.
On September 11th, I wasn't in the city. I was visiting my brother in Portland, Me., where the hijackers had been staying most previously to the day. I had been there about a week and, for no apparent reason that I can discern, I had decided that that day was the day I was going to head back into the city. I woke early, he was already gone to work. I wrote a note with the usuals, thanks for the hospitality, etc. I walked a few blocks to a downtown corner diner restaurant to eat breakfast before I would jump on the train. It was a beautiful day. Indian summer when it was still true summer.
Well, there was a tv in a upper corner, which was broadcasting the weather and whatever else topical banter they do. Silverware scaped plates and coffee was filled. I got dirty looks from locals because I have crazy hair. The waitress wouldn't look me in the eye and it upset me, as it always does. Then there was breaking news. And it kept breaking. Then it got worse.
The thing that struck me about that day was the lack of impact it seemed to have at the time and, thus, strikes me to this day, was that nobody seemed to really care too much that day. In the diner and throughout the rest of the day, I watched tourists and locals alike either make comments in passing, remark as conversation the event, or were completely unaware. In the diner, people paused to look at the screen, remarked at the event, and continued. It was more pause than say a hurricane in the Gulf, but less than the Academy Awards recap of best/worst dressed.
This is getting very long and I could go on, but unless anyone actually wants to hear it, I'll wrap up.
As an absentee semi-resident of New York, I was absolutely dumb-struck by the event. I was literally numb that day. Upon learning that I would be denied entry and should stay where I was, I found a bar and drank and watched the tv, shocked, scared, and truly frightened, which is antithetical to my general demeanor. Again, whilst people watched the tv, I assert that people watched it with the same feigned regard they would as if it was a school shooting, etc. Something that people have become dulled to.
Honestly, I did not know what it meant, but it meant more than what everyone around me seemed to think. As time has gone by, I see the general tone of the nation take an ominous path of regalia, deceit, and ignorance. The loneliness that I felt that day has been only surpassed by the continued misguided public reaction that continues today. I have vastly understated both my personal sense of loneliness on that day, my disgust with national reaction, my ability to write what I truly think because this thread caught me off-guard and I haven't taken due diligience to think it over before I wrote.
I'd hate to get into debate over this, as it is inconsequential, considering the lives lost and the reasons why.