Where were you on 9/11?

It was about 6:50am in California on the morning of 9/11 and I had just finished breastfeeding my 5 month old son. My two year old daughter was waking up when my phone started ringing. It was my husband’s best friend.

“Airplanes just flew into the World Trade Center,” he said.

“What? Airplanes accidentally crashed into it?” I asked.

“No,” he said. “I’m at school right now and seeing on the TV that hijacked planes were flown directly into huge buildings in New York City.”

I still couldn’t process. “What?”

“America is under attack,” he said. “Terrorists are attacking us.”

I took the phone to my husband who was reading his Bible and then turned on the radio. I tuned into the news station just in time to hear the announcer say, “The building…the building is falling!”

We didn’t have a TV and I suddenly felt fear. I couldn’t see what was happening. I bundled my little ones into my arms and we went over to our neighbor’s house. He was getting ready for work and hadn’t turned on his TV yet. We all watched in horrified silence.

And then we saw the Pentagon was on fire. That’s when I got nervous. My brother-in-law was in D.C. I wanted to call my sister but my daughter was asking for breakfast and my son was crying.

I went back home, my mind reeling. I made breakfast for my daughter. My phone rang again. It was my Dad.

“Your sister hasn’t heard anything. Can you go sit with her?”

I called my sister. She hadn’t heard anything from her husband despite calling multiple times. She said she didn’t need me to come visit, that she would call me as soon as she knew anything.

My  husband left for work despite my pleas that he stay home. On the radio we were hearing that there could be multiple hijacked planes still in the air and I was afraid of one coming down in L.A.

I spent the day alone, fearful, listening to the radio, trying to tend my children. I remember praying for the families who lost loved ones and I remember praying for our country.

My Dad called again.

“This is an act of war,” he said. “America is at war.”

I started crying.

My sister finally called. Her husband had been riding his bike when he saw smoke rising from the Pentagon. People were fleeing the D.C. area and he had no way of getting out. Finally, a friend living in Virginia drove to a meet-up point and picked him up.

When my husband returned home from work, I was frazzled and weepy. The attacks had taken on a spiritual dimension for me. I thought for sure we were seeing the end of America–the predictions I’d heard from my childhood were all coming true.

On this 10 year anniversary, several things about the implications of 9/11 still amaze me:

  1. That there haven’t been more terrorist attacks on U.S. soil
  2. That the U.S. is still fighting in Iraq and Afghanistan
  3. That it took 10 years to find Osama bin Laden
  4. That my oldest son, who was born in 2001, has never known a peacetime America
  5. That the fundamentalist church of my childhood fell apart shortly after 9/11 and I gained my freedom from religious oppression.

Let’s build a little memorial of stories here in my comment box:
Where were YOU on 9/11?
Did 9/11 change your life? How?

  • KatR

    I was living in FL and at work. At first I thought a small commuter plane had crashed in to the Towers. All of us were huddling around a tv with bad reception. I saw the towers fall in realtime. One of my co workers had brought his dog to work and the dog was bounding around the room. Surreal.

    I don’t know how it’s changed me. It’s changed my country in ways that break my heart. We have become incredibly good at dehumanizing anyone who falls in to the catagory of “them”. If you had told me when I was growing up that Americans would approve of the use of torture, or that a room full of people would loudly cheer a Governor on national tv for having the highest execution rate in the country, I would have told you that it wasn’t possible. As I know really well, fear has the ability to warp you.

  • kim

    I was sitting at my computer at school when I heard on NPR that a plane hit the World Trade Center. I just assumed it was a small plane accident. School started and an hour or so later my husband called- he never called at school because, well, I’m usually teaching. They patched him through to my room and I was so surprised that he was on the phone. He told me what happened and we were just stunned. We hung up and then a bit later he called again to tell me the building fell and that there was talk about over 300 firefighters killed. I told him that was crazy- just a rumor because of the chaos. We watched the new at lunch. People started picking their kids up early. I think about 5 of my students went home. My mom and my sister came over that night even though they lived an hour and a half away. Stunned and numb are the only worda I can use to describe our feelings. Our sons must be about the same age because AJ has never known a peacetime either. He was born April 20, 2001. Thanks for asking.

  • J.M.

    I left to school early that morning and when I got there, people were beginning to talk about it. I didn’t know what to think, because I was shocked. I got very scared for our country. I was also scared for my faith, because at the time I had mixed emotions about my beliefs in God, and that made me question if there was such a God. Spiritually, I was in a dark time in my life. I went to class and our teacher had a radio near her desk and all that hour we were just listening. And she asked us to write a piece of what we thought about what was happening and how it was affecting us. Ten years later and my faith is stronger than ever.

    God bless all of the families and their loved ones.

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  • Handsfull

    All the way out here in New Zealand, my husband and I woke up just before 6am and heard the news on the radio. He rushed to turn on the tv and we watched in horror and disbelief at what we were seeing. They kept playing the same scenes of the planes hitting the towers over and over again, but despite having seen it, I kept watching… my heart hoping that somehow this time the planes would miss the towers, because what I’d already seen 20 times couldn’t possibly be happening.
    I spent all day trying to find out more news and praying, hoping for miracle survivals… and knowing that the world as we knew it had changed forever.

  • Chelsea

    I was in 8th grade and was late going to school that day. I live in Seattle and the towers had already fallen when I saw the news on TV. My mom works from home and never turns the TV on when working but for some day she did that day. When I came downstairs I asked her what was happening and she said hijacked planes flew into the World Trade Center and the buildings collapsed…even though I was 13, a week away from turning 14, I didn’t know what terrorists were. I remember saying “what is that?” and her struggling to explain. I wish I could go back to that kind of innocence. It also amazes me that it took 10 years to find Bin Laden, that we are still in Iraq and Afghanistan and that there hasn’t been another attack on US soil. I remember the intense patriotism after 9/11 and I wish we could go back to that as a country.

  • http://theheartofmary.blogspot.com Mary

    Probably we have not been attacked again because our military is in the middle east. Yes, it took a long time to find Bin Laden. It is hard to find ONE person; they didn’t find Hitler during WWII, either. This is very difficult. A fluke that Saddam Hussein was found. Glad you got out of that cult.

  • http://agibsongirl.tumblr.com Emily

    I was a 19 year old college sophomore, and I had gotten up around 8:30, even though I didn’t have my first class until 12:30. I turned on the Today Show, and Katie Couric was talking to Denny Hastert about the federal budget. I showered, and then when I came back, Al Roker was talking about how a plane had hit the world trade center, but it might have been an accident. Then we watched the second plane hit the building.
    I called my mom, and she said my dad thought it was terrorists. I went over to another residence hall where my friends lived. By the time I got there, United 93 was being talked about. The towers collapsed as we watched.
    It was a beautiful day in Central Ohio–but when the towers fell things happened really fast. The mayor closed the City of Columbus–certain routes–so my dad couldn’t come get me and bring me home for my brother’s 16th birthday party, and my fiance, who lived an hour away (went to a different college), couldn’t come to me. Classes were held at the discretion of the professor. At noon there was a chapel service in Mees Hall (our big concert hall), and everyone sang “Amazing Grace” and listened to the Chapel Choir sing “City Called Heaven” and other songs. They all looked like they were going to sob as soon as they got offstage.
    We were all so scared. We had not idea what was going to happen, and we were all away from our families.
    That night there was a candlelight vigil. The sky was like sapphire velvet.
    I had never wanted to go home so much as I did that night.

  • http://pinkdaisyjane.com Heatherly

    I wrote this in 2009. I repost it every 9/11, because it was too emotionally draining to try to recreate each year.


  • http://frombitterwaterstosweet.blogspot.com/ Mara

    My mother-in-law called me and told me to turn on the tv because a plane had flown into the WTC. I saw that tower, burning at the top. As I watched, the second plane hit the other tower and I heard the talking heads’ shocked voices and comments.
    I talked to my husband on the phone, he still wondered if it were an accident. I told him, no, absolutely not. One plane might be an accident. Two planes had to be planned. I watched both the towers fall and the info on the pentagon and the plane that crashed in Pennyslvania, morning and early afternoon.
    I was able to relate the story without emotion to my sister-in-law who hadn’t heard about it yet until after the towers fell. Her feelings were hurt that our mother-in-law didn’t call her.
    When I got tired of obsessing over the same footage being played over and over again, I didn’t know what to do except to go on with life as usual. I still homeschooled at the time but my daughter had a ballet lesson 20 minutes away in another small town. I called her instructor to see if she was having lesson. She said she was. Like me, she didn’t know what else to do. Over half the class didn’t show up. People walked around Walmart in a trance like state.
    I was clear-minded yet strangely numb.

    The skies became silent. You never saw a plane or a contrail anywhere for weeks after that. And when a military plane did finally fly overhead, I viewed it with suspiscion like I didn’t know if it were friend of foe.

    For many nights afterwards, I had trouble sleeping. I think it was some sort of delayed shock. Every time I would start to fall asleep, I’d feel like I was going to die. And I was exhausted.

    Finally, when I prayed, I felt God tell me that it was okay, I needed to sleep, I wasn’t going to die, everything was going to be okay.
    So finally, trusting God at His word all the while still feeling like death waited for me on the otherside of the threshold of sleep, I was able to pass through that door holding His hand so I could get the rest I needed.

  • http://leannesmusings.wordpress.com Leanne

    I was at work in downtown Minneapolis, and my husband was in downtown St. Paul. A co-worker came in and said, “A plane just hit the World Trade Center.” My first instinct was to call my husband to make sure he was okay…it wasn’t quite registering, and I was still thinking of the World Trade Center building in St. Paul…which was right next door to the building where he worked. As the phone was ringing, it dawned on me that it was the one in New York, and my next thought was that it was a pilot flying drunk or something. He picked up and said that they were evacuating and being sent home, and that he had just heard that the governor had ordered the evacuation of my building as well…so he’d see me there – by then we knew that it was terrorism, and I didn’t want him driving downtown to pick me up, just in case. I took the bus home, where my husband was already waiting, and we just sat in silence for awhile. He said, “I feel like laughing now.” We went and grabbed some burgers and rented two movies: Chocolat and Drop Dead Gorgeous. I remember just spending the day being thankful that he was okay, that we were together, and still horribly sad for those whose loved ones were unaccounted for. I also remember being thankful that my husband was over 25 and my brother only has one kidney, so neither of them would be drafted if it came to that. Then guilty for not being more patriotic. Lots of mixed emotions….

  • http://lauriemo.blogspot.com Laurie M.
  • http://recoveringpessimist.blogspot.com Jennifer

    I got up at 5:30 or so to get ready for work. My husband worked nights and he wasn’t home yet. No kids. I kept the same routine every morning and at 7:05 or so, I turned on the Today Show and saw the WTC on fire. I didn’t quite understand what was going on, but as I listened, I started to freak out a little.

    7:20 came around and I had to leave for work. I immediately turned on KFI to listen to coverage. I distinctly remember Bill Handel’s voice when the South Tower fell. I called my family totally freaked out. I worried that maybe we were being attacked all over the place. I wondered whether or not I should go to work. I even wondered if maybe the rapture happened and I got left behind. Yes, I’m serious. I remember Handel saying that they expected 30,000 potential casualties. I cried and cried all the way to work.

    We all tried to get through the day, but not a lot of work got done. I kept my radio on the whole day and disseminated news. The next few days were dazed and confused to be sure. Candles, flags, tears, anger, loving on firefighters and police officers, George W. at Ground Zero, eating out… I still have the paper from that day. I still can’t think about it too much and I’m on the other side of the country.

  • http://bluebonnetreads.wordpress.com Hannah C.

    I wrote about my experience of 9/11 on my blog, here: http://bluebonnetreads.wordpress.com/2011/09/10/91101/

    • http://bluebonnetreads.wordpress.com Hannah C.

      Adding to my comment:

      I just realized that for some reason I thought that the Pentagon was on the west side of Texas. Clearly this notion stems from when I was 12 years old and first heard about the Pentagon, the World Trade Center towers, and terrorists. On 9/11.

      My gut is clenching just thinking about it. But I am going to watch the coverage of the memorials and whatever else tomorrow. I don’t know why I feel drawn to it so much. But I do know that I still don’t understand.

      • http://bluebonnetreads.wordpress.com Hannah C.

        And one more addition (gah, sorry – last one I promise):

        When I realized (rather recently) that my younger siblings could easily be unaware that 9/11 ever happened, it took me by surprise. 9/11 had such a huge impact on me that I just assumed that everyone knew about it, and it was so strange to think about how my siblings wouldn’t know. They were too young to remember or they were simply born afterwards.

  • http://www.lesmesaventures.com Jessica

    A dark day. I was in Philadelphia at the time, a middle schooler. I watched the footing all in real time, very scarring. I wrote a blog all about my day and how it unfolded. I ended up being evacuated, living in a “no fly” zone for a while. Very scary. The east coast was a dreadful place to be in the wake of 9-11. Still get teary eyed thinking about it.

    My family is good friends with a pilot for United Airlines, a man who was supposed to be flying the plane that crashed into the 2nd tower. His schedule ended up getting shifted around, an administrative move that ultimately saved his life. What could have been… chilling to the bone.


  • deltaflute

    Oh, EE. Be careful what you ask. My story is so lengthy, but I’ll give a couple of links and I’ll summarize. Because of 9/11, I became a pacifist.



  • http://deodate.wordpress.com Andie

    I was at a Dunkin Donuts having coffee with a friend. There was a TV mounted to the wall and when it happened, there was silence and everyone sat and watched. It was sureal – a day I’ll never forget, a day that I never want to see again!

  • Tammy

    My husband was active duty military during the entire Gulf War and 9/11 era, so I thought of it all with a “military spouse” mindset.

    During the first Gulf War (circa 1991) I avoided shopping at the Commissary on base because I figured it was a terror target…there were often snipers on the roof of the childcare center on base…

    so when the attacks happened, it felt like my concerns and fears were made real and now everyone else would think of stuff the same way military families did.

    I got mad when I heard people express worries of stuff that seemed to me far fetched (are they going to draft my 10 year old someday?) when there were people RIGHT NOW who had already put their lives on the line to serve and die if necessary.

    I liked how the whole country felt so united in this shared experience, but still sad it came at such a cost.

  • Rachel

    It was my second wedding anniversary. I was still living in California. I usually got up early but was tired so I went to sleep in the kids’ room while my husband got ready for work. He came in just before the second plane hit and told me I had to come see what was happening on TV.

    I walked into our room and the first tower on fire. “Is that real?” I asked my husband. As he was answering that it was real but they weren’t sure if it was just a private plane or a commercial one that hit the tower by accident, the second plane hit the second tower. I just remember thinking it looked like a movie scene – so very surreal.

    My sister-in-law and brother-in-law lived in Staten Island. He was a police officer in lower Manhattan. My husband’s cousin worked across the street from the World Trade Towers and her husband worked on Wall Street. I immediately called my mother-in-law. She hadn’t heard anything.

    My husband left for work and I spent the day glued to the TV. Finally around 3:30, my mother-in-law called. Our cousin was late to work that day. Her husband was ok. My sister-in-law was on a ferry towards downtown when the first plane hit and her husband was just coming home after a 2 day shift.

    The loss was heavily felt by my sister-in-law and her husband. On Staten Island, there are generations of police and firefighters that have lived in the same neighborhood. Many of the first responders that died that day where his high school football team mates or friends or the fathers, brothers, sisters, etc of his close friends. Almost no one on the island was without a very personal loss.

    Ten years later, my life couldn’t be more different then it was then. Just a few ways it has changed are my marriage ended a couple of years later and I am now re-married, so I no longer have 9-11 as an anniversary date. I also live on the other side of the country.

    The company that inadvertently trained several of the terrorists was Huffman Aviation. That company owned the jet center, maintenance department and a flight school at the airport in my town. Approximately two years after the attacks, the general manager of Huffman Aviation bought the maintenance department part of Huffman Aviation. In a weird twist of fate, 10 years later, I now work for that maintenance company in Venice Florida.

  • http://michelle-endlessstrength.blogspot.com Michelle

    I wrote a reflection on 9/11 today, too.


    That day is forever etched in my brain. I cried a lot that day and my newborn daughter smiled and gave me strength on that day.

  • Sylvan

    I was at work when one of the guys from the CAD room came in to tell us that an airplane hit one of the towers. There wasn’t much info at that point, it could have been a Cessna for all we knew. We stayed at our desks.
    He came in a short time later to say *another* plane had hit the second tower. We all went into the CAD room to watch their TV, the images of the plane actually flying in, the smoke billowing.. Sure, there was a huge fire, and it was tragic, but it was all the way in New York and what could we do about it? We went back to our desks.
    Then the Pentagon was hit. We stayed in the CAD room. We saw the towers fall, heard about Flight 93. We went to grab our cell phones and call loved ones. Sandra had family in DC and New York and couldn’t get through to any of them. My dad was working nuclear at the time and could have been flying to or from anywhere. My husband had been asleep and had no clue.
    They sent us home. There was no working after that. My dad was fine wherever he was working, not flying anywhere. My mom and sister and her kids came over and we just watched Ashley Banfield’s coverage for the rest of the day. Some guy named Osodden Minodden did this. (I had no idea who he was, what his name actually was)
    Prior to this event, I had been rather lukewarm about my country. After, I was brimming with patriotism. And then in the next few years, the skeptic in me found out about all the little conspiracies surrounding 9/11 and the feeling of betrayal from our government is back. Check out “Loose Change” and see what you think afterward. (So many more videos, too! Not just about 9/11.. Zeitgeist, EndGame, America: Freedom to Fascism, Fall of the Republic, Fiat Empire, Invisible Empire, The World According to Monsanto, Food,Inc, The Obama Deception, and then The 5000 Year Leap is also an excellent audiobook as well!)
    So I started to rethink my political stance, which until then had been just about nothing. Joined a very small, local Tea Party group. Learned about Libertarianism. The Gold Standard. The Constitution. Lost a best friend of 22 years.
    So yes, 9/11 and these 10 years after have definitely changed me. I am 19 years out of my cult instead of 9. I am more politically educated, if a bit less involved than I was a couple years ago. I feel more patriotic (not nationalistic)… And a bit more lonely. :( But such is life.

  • http://faithandfood.morizot.net/ Scott Morizot

    I was at work — though it largely ground to a halt for us. I work for the federal government and we had people from our office on travel status to various locations who were grounded. I had family calling me to make sure I wasn’t in DC.

    Two days afterwards, I was optimistic that our country was stronger than the terrorists. I share what I wrote then here.


    Sadly, I was wrong.

  • http://revel217.blogspot.com/ WhiteStone

    I was visiting my daughter in Minnesota that morning…were were driving down a MN highway, heading for a visit to Iowa. My hubby called and told us to turn on the radio. You can read my 2009 blogpost wherein I talked about that day.


  • http://evenonesparrow.blogspot.com rachel – even one sparrow

    *LOVE* this post, Elizabeth. Thank you for starting this memorial.

    I was a freshman at college in a writing class. Someone ran in and said, “The two towers were attacked! School is cancelled!” I guess the guy that said it was a wise-guy because the professor didn’t believe him. “Come on,” she said. “That’s not funny.” “No, I’m serious — Dr. Black just cancelled school.” There was silence, and she finally said quietly, “Ok. You’re dismissed.”

    We all sprinted to the common area where everyone was crowded around a TV. People were crying, huddled on the floor, some watching in stunned silence. We were confused, terrified. I called my parents because they live near NYC and they said there was just smoke everywhere. It was chilling.

    I think you’re right in saying that it’s amazing that we haven’t had any more terrorist attacks. Because I think we were all waiting for war to be on America’s soil. We thought it was the beginning of something HERE. But the thing is, I don’t think it’s impacted my life as much as I expected it to. Life sort of just kept going because I don’t know anyone personally who gave their life. I just can’t help but think about the devastation and violence that happens every day in war-ridden countries and wonder how we are still relatively safe (or at least seem to be).

    • Tammy

      Your post reminds me that I was in a public High School class in 1981 when a staff member entered and told us “I dont know if any of you are Catholic but I am here to tell you that the Pope was shot today, you can leave class if you want and collect i the auditorium”. I wasn’t Catholic and I mistakenly took the fact that I didnt care as a sign of maturity.
      I was confirmed 10 years later and have cried many tears as I remember my cold heart that didnt care that such a dear man was suffering. I am sure I have been forgiven, but what a lesson to learn : (

  • http://frombitterwaterstosweet.blogspot.com/ Mara

    Relating my experience here stirred up some other memories.
    I was going to add to my comments above, but instead I wrote how my relationship with the Cold War related to what happened on 911 on my blog:


  • Kimber

    I was in my 4th grade music or art class, can’t remember which exactly. My teacher came in and whispered something to the teacher of the class, and we were taken back to our classroom where she told us about what happened. The actual significance of what had happened hadn’t sunk in, but I worried all day about my dad because he was and is an air traffic controller at the Jackson, MS, airport. When I got home, of course the news was on the tv, and we NEVER had the news on, if the tv was on at all. I didn’t cry I don’t think I understood the significance, but the major effect it had on me was that I started worrying constantly.
    For a few months, I had a kind of separation anxiety when my parents went somewhere and didn’t come back on time. I’d sit there and worry and pester my dad about why my mother was spending an hour at Walmart when she only had a few items to get (she could always find someone to talk to), and I’d pray every night for my dad to make it safely home from work. I also started praying every time I heard sirens.

    I probably should’ve been praying for all these things anyway, but the hard part was that although I would pray for people’s safety, I just couldn’t turn my worry over to God, which is something I still struggle with today. If I don’t have anything big to worry about, I inadvertently take something small and turn it into something that’s big only to me. I have learned to pray and trust that my loved ones will be safe, but I do still pray every time I hear sirens. And this is odd, but I never attributed the beginning of my excessive worrying to this day. Maybe it’s just the earliest I can remember of it. Anyway, I didn’t mean to write this much. I still have a hard time comprehending the effects of 9/11 on the world. I just can’t wrap my head around it.

    • Kimber

      Oh also, each kid in my class was supposed to report on a current event the next day. Of course, most kids did 9/11, but my best friend wrote a poem about how that day had torn everything apart. That poem hung on my bedroom wall for ages.

  • http://rebekah-outnumbered.blogspot.com/2011/09/where-were-you-where-are-you-now-911.html Rebekah Schneiter
  • http://www.thecottagechild.blogspot.com rachael

    I love this post – I think about 9/11 more than on just the anniversary.
    I was feeding my fourteen month old in her booster chair, we were doing our usual morning chit chat, it was such a beautiful day. We were expecting our second daughter, and we were in that magical baby-mode that seems too short, now. I remember listening to the radio when the report came on, thinking to myself that it would be really hard to fix a building that had been hit by a plane. Ridiculous, I realize, but I think it’s the mechanism that protects a pregnant woman from some of the reality that would otherwise send her emotions off the cliff.

    And then the buildings fell, and the reports of the other planes came in and there was nothing to do but accept the grim reality, and to pray. So we did.

  • Agnes

    I was visiting an orphan girls’ home in Brazil. The house father came and told us in broken English that a helicopter went into the Empire State Building. We discovered what really happened by watching the news live.. in Portuguese, which I could not understand. It was terrifying. I was crying and crying with grief for you guys, and the people I was with were from other countries, and honestly did not feel as upset as I, a Canadian did (you ARE our brothers and sisters, you know). I lived in Florida for years (before and after 9/11) and I feel a sense of fear in the US that I do not feel in other countries. I pray that culture of fear stops, in the name of Jesus. God bless America.

    • http://smoochagator.wordpress.com Smoochagator

      Agnes, your words are so kind. Thank you.

  • http://smoochagator.wordpress.com Smoochagator

    “my oldest son, who was born in 2001, has never known a peacetime America ”

    Wow. That’s… disturbing. I hadn’t thought of it that way.

    I was in a college classroom on 9/11. I wrote about it here: http://smoochagator.wordpress.com/2011/09/11/i-remember/

  • Michael M

    Sorry I’m late on this , but was at a Church retreat all weekend so just getting caught up. I have always liked hearing these “where were you” stories. While all of us bring a different story to the list, they do have a sense of similarity in feelings and how the day unfurled for us. And alos one of the reasons we’ll probably never forget that day.

    I was at work, three years out of college so I was at work super early and making a good impression. The first time I heard about it was when I was on the phone with one of my co-workers who was driving into work, and we were talking about a project for the day. She stopped when the news broke in on her radio and then told me that a plane had flown into one of the twin towers, but at that time no real details had come out. I went and turned the tv on in our break area, and CNN already had coverage of it. People would walk by and we’d chat about it but no one seemed concerned at first other than talking about how bad it would be to be stuck up so high. Then we watched the second plane hit, live. And that just changed everything. I barely left that tv for the rest of the day, no one really got any work done. One woman was frantic because her husband was flying that day and she didn’t know what was going on (he was fine and his plane had been diverted). Others just hid in their offices or cubes and tried to pretend to do work. I called my mom and found out that my uncle who worked in downtown NYC had gotten out on one of the last ferries and was safe, his building was only a block or so from the towers and he got out before they fell. The rest of the day was a blur, but I was glued to the news for weeks. I guess I still am when it comes to this day. I just want to remember but not because I’m afraid I’ll forget, but I almost want to relive those feelings one more time, each year, to make sure I really felt them.

    I was happy that the readings this Sunday were about forgiveness. It’s taken a long time, and some may never forgive, but as long as we never forget either.

  • http://laladyinwhite.blogspot.com/ colleen

    i wrote a post about it yesterday…

  • Robyn

    I was still Single then and living in an apt. with a friend. I had recently quit my job and was staying up really late working on something else on the computer. My roommate had tried to phone to tell me, but my phone was off. When she came home for lunch, I turned on the tv to watch. It was really sad, and sort of “unreal” back then. Since then I have taken note of more tragedies that still occur-earthquakes, tsunamis, tornados, hurricanes, etc., and I have remembered all the wars and tragedies that occurred before in history. I kinda reached the point around the tsunami of 2004 that I am officially “tragedied out”!! There’s only so much we little mortal humans can take. I’m also about ten or so years older than you. I don’t want to deal with much more. Like someone else mentioned, I did think more would come from this, though. It’s been ten years and we still are at “war” over there. I may seem a little unfeeling, but maybe bc of my age and all the other tragedies, this doesn’t really phase me much. I do have to remember though, that the world does not revolve around me, or even my generation, and that many other people and perhaps younger generations were affected more by this. Little children lost family members and parents, and that is always very sad. I’m just kind of numb as far as tragedies go, though. I do remember when Reagan was shot and the Challenger exploded. I’m in Huntsville, AL where NASA is, so we have always had public schools names after Space people and things. My sisters children have gone to a school named for the Challenger incident and people. I don’t think I remember the pope being shot in 1981. I’ll have to look that one up. I guess perhaps as I age and get older and more tired, I’m not as patriotic as I was in my younger days. I still like the US, but I’m seeing how we are not as great as we might say we are. We are also not better than other countries in many ways, and I do think our governments lies to its people. I’ve never been that great with political or government things, but I’m trying to do better. I don’t really understand God’s plan for the US in all of His world. Sometimes, I think I was just taught that it was all about the US……oh, and maybe Israel?? I’m starting to think God may just be using the US for a season?? I really don’t know. I do know I am learning that it is all about God and His Kingdom, and not any one country……….. The loss of lives in 9/11 is still sad, though…..I just feel powerless to be able to change much of anything………

  • Erin

    I was at a homeschool camp.  One of our priests was an american so the whole event took on an extra dimension as he was ringing home checking out friends. (We live in Australia).  It was so consoling though to be together, to be able to join immediately together in prayer all day together.