Let's take a moment to reflect on this day, eight years ago. Let's put aside jingoistic patriotism and political differences. Let's set aside sports, personal problems, and work. Take a moment to reflect on the lives lost and how our lives have changed in the past eight years. It seems like it was just yesterday, and at the same time, an eternity ago.
Where were you at 8:46am EST ?
September 11, 2001 was a Tuesday. I was starting my second day at a brand new job. I remember waking up at five in the morning so that I could get ready for work. I showered up, grabbed some clothes and went downstairs so that I could iron a shirt. I turned on the TV and flipped on the Today Show on NBC.
What the f......World Trade Center with a gaping hole, billowing out smoke.
I flipped channels, more of the same on every station. I kept ironing my shirt. I mean there was no news at all as to what was going on, just that an airplane had hit one of the WTC buildings. And then I watched footage of a plane crashing into the South Tower. I remember feeling a giant pit grow in my stomach. How many people were watching what I was seeing? I mean, West Coast time you know?! It was barely light out, just past six.
I sat on the couch in my living room and just watched the news for another hour thinking about all the people that were probably trapped in the WTC. Next thing I know, the South Tower just implodes. Floor after floor falling into a giant cloud of paper, dust and debris.
It's crazy, but I left for work. I mean, second day on the job, I didn't know what else to do, so I just started driving. I listened to the news all the way to work. The North Tower collapsed while I was on the freeway. Thoughts just start running in your head. NO WAY THIS IS HAPPENING. This is madness.
When I got to work, it was pretty quiet. My boss told us that we could go home if we wanted to. I stayed at work, glued to CNN.com and checking an e-mail listserv of college friends. The listserv was flooded. A lot of acquaintences and friends worked in the financial district, some at the WTC. Every e-mail thread was "HAVE YOU SEEN ____???" By the end of the day, everyone I knew there was accounted for. Some of them had crazy stories. Like staying at home that day telecommuting, working out of a sattelite office, or being late to work that morning. Incredible.
My phone didn't ring the entire work day. I left early, went home and just watched the news for the rest of the day.
Sometimes, in the throes of daily life, I forget about what happened on that day. It sort of just dissolves in the background. Like white noise, just a small buzz above the din of our normal life. And then it hits just how much this world has changed.
In memory of the victims of 9/11/2001.