9/11 Memories in 100 Words

The World Trade Center New YorkEach of us has our own perspective on 9/11 and we all have our memories as well as stories of how that day impacted or changed us.

So today, let’s share briefly (100 or fewer words) our 9/11 thoughts.

I’ve been watching a lot of the TV specials and reading the articles, wanting to remember those who suffered, those who lost their lives, and those who sacrificed to try and help. My heart and prayers go out for everyone still suffering from loss they incurred that day.

What was it like for you?

 

 

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  • http://www.stephanie-mcgee.com Stephanie McGee

    I was in AP US History that morning. Weird, right? I don’t know if the schools have it anymore but back then we had Channel 1, mandatory news program that came in midday so all the rooms had televisions. The TVs were on all day, but watching it unfold in my history class was eerie. When the plane hit the Pentagon, my friend was too shy to ask why that building, what goes on there. So I did. You could have heard a pin drop when Mr. Ward said it was where all our defenses are orchestrated from.

  • http://www.waystationone.com brian

    i was in the air on the way to FL, emergency put down in Atlanta in just enough time to see the tower fall before they cut the TV feed…and over 10000 of us huddled together in small groups…as luggage started spilling out we built piles of it so it would keep coming…and when someone finally got through on the phones they would share any news…6.5 hours later i got a car and drove an hour to columbus, the nearest hotel where tanks roamed the street…surreal…

  • http://crowproductions.com joan Cimyotte

    My convictions came to the surface on that morning. I came from a liberal family who have shrines to JFK & Roosevelt. I was never on one side of the equation, just sat happily on the fence. The look on George Bush’s face when he was told about the second jet crashing into the trade center best describes how I felt. He was stoic and his eyes were intense. His mind was made up at that moment. So was mine. We have to stand up against evil or it will take us.

  • http://bookinamonthmom@blogspot.com Heather Gilbert

    Rewind
    by: Heather Gilbert

    I will not watch the news today,
    To tell me what I cannot say.
    I saw those planes, one at a time,
    The buildings crumbled, lives inside.

    Why was my TV on that day?
    My mind recorded, so I play those
    Pictures over once again.
    I can’t explain it to my kids.

    All these years and fighting still,
    The sadness will go on, until I
    Try to see the good still left.
    The towers fell. God still has breath.

  • http://heatherhawke.com Heather Hawke

    I am on the west coast so it was very early in the morning when I heard. I listened to the radio – and cried. The skies were quiet and we did not know whether to send our children to school. I couldn’t bring myself to look at footage of the collapses until years later. Even here, I had friends who lost friends. I remember.

  • http://www.karennolanbell.blogspot.com Karen Nolan Bell

    I was sitting in a women’s Bible Study in Greenville, SC when I heard. I took the attack personally. You see, I used to work a couple of blocks from there. I had lunch at one of their restaurants regularly. My boss treated me to dinner at Top of the World once and it was an experience I’ll never forget. Some of my friends worked there and I still don’t know if they survived. I shopped at Alexanders on the main floor. I took this attack personally. This my World Trade Center, my memories, my friends. I grieve a personal loss – but also realize this had to happen to further God’s plan. Life doesn’t always have to FEEL right to be right.

  • http://chariseolson.com Charise

    I was asleep when my ex husband called me to say the world was ending. It took several minutes for my mind to realize the images I was seeing on the tv were real. I wouldn’t send my daughter to school until later in the day in case the time of the attacks was meaningful and California hadn’t been hit yet. Then, I did take her to school because I didn’t want to give her the lesson that we buckle under from others’ insanity. I watched the coverage for days thinking it would ease the pain. But it didn’t.

  • http://catherinekanewrites.wordpress.com/ Catherine Kane

    The Twin Towers fell.
    Some times, words are not enough –
    Silence must suffice….

  • http://www.melissaknorris.com Melissa K. Norris

    It was my our second wedding anniversary. We were heading over the pass to stay at a lodge and when we passed by the dam, there were swat teams all over it. No one knew what might be hit next so they were taking extra precautions. I still remember the fear, but I remember more that God was with me and us.

  • http://www.whispersonthejourney.wordpress.com Sarah

    The thing I remember most is gathering with my church family that night for prayer. I hunkered down in the familiar wooden pew. I was trying to pray, but distracted with checking again and again that the people I loved were still sitting close by, safe. I kept looking up at the ceiling and wondering what it would be like to have its ancient wood burning and melting down upon me like I’d seen the metal beams of the towers do on TV.

  • http:kayeleenscreations.blogspot.com Kayeleen Hamblin

    I was serving an LDS mission, in the last week of my service. I was supposed to fly home on the 13th. As a missionary, I didn’t have a TV and only knew what others could tell us. I ended up having to delay my homecoming for an extra week and didn’t even see footage of the planes and Twin Towers collapse until this year. I remember feeling so helpless and scared and disoriented. It was like the whole world had stopped and we didn’t know when it would start again.

  • http://www.rachellewrites.blogspot.com Rachelle Christensen

    It was my 3rd wedding anniversary. My husband called me from work and told me to turn on the TV. I saw the second tower fall. Even though the media has removed so many of those images, they can never erase the pictures in my mind of the firefighters running, crying, dying in the streets.
    Each year we celebrate our anniversary–a day that changed our lives forever–and reflect on 9/11–a day that changed the world forever.

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  • Alysia

    At the time we lived a few miles from Dulles airport. Though we weren’t in a flight path, I remember how eerily quiet it was when they grounded all the planes. I also vividly recall the heartbreak of watching the news day after day, hoping against hope that they would find someone still alive in the wreakage.

  • Wendy

    In the moments that the television screamed the pictures of sorrows yet to come I felt as though I were one with the entire country. Following the images and news reports during those first brief moments, I also felt a deep sense of dread on a more personal level as my son was due to board a plane from Florida at that very time. I prayed. I got down on my knees and I prayed for my son yes and for all of America that would be forever touched by this cruel and fatal hatred that was unwillingly embedded in our hearts and our minds. My son made it home and is to this day safe and sound. Our lives will never be the same as those moments of tragedy remain within us forever and are repeatedly played in our minds.

  • http://bethvogt.com Beth K. Vogt

    My husband was in the Air Force then, stationed out of state. My daughters’ school locked down. I tried to make sense of what I saw on the TV, over and over again. Today, 10 years later, I still can’t. Friends of ours were stranded at DIA when their flight was diverted and spent 2 weeks with us. One of my deepest heartaches: Waiting for news of survivors–and realizing how few of those there would be.

  • http://www.selinargonzalez.com Selina Gonzalez

    I was eight. My mom got a call and turned on the news. I remember watching, half understanding. I went to my friends’ house later that day, we made front-cover newspaper stories with hand-drawn illustrations about the attack. In the weeks and months after, I came to fully understand. My greatest fear for years was dying in a terrorist attack…some nights I couldn’t fall asleep. Every year I watch the footage and cry. But I also remember how it drew our country together. 9/11 shaped my view of the world and my country, and embedded a deep sense of patriotism.

  • http://www.brookemcgillivray.wordpress.com Brooke

    As I watched the unbelievable unfold on TV, all I wanted to do was talk to each of my sons – one preparing for his wedding, one in college, and the other two serving in the military. Logic told me they were safe, but I needed to hear their voices.

    They all made it home for their youngest brother’s wedding. It was the last time we were together as a family. Six deployments between two sons have kept the reality of September 11th a central part of our lives for ten years.

  • http://zoltanjames.wordpress.com Zoltan James

    She was fragile, tender and beautiful when I first met here some days beyond 9-11. Underneath the cool eyes anger was held at bay and a soft voice that dared not crack. She wanted to speak out and defend her husband, who valiantly was at the controls of Flight 93 over Shanksville. He was Capt. Jason Dahl. She was his wife, Sandy. We helped her tell her story on national network news. But, the nation soon forgot. Until now, that is, when we get to relive it again. I hope to see her tomorrow at a private ceremony. Let’s never forget.

  • http://umdmaurer.blogspot.com MaDonna

    I was 8 months pregnant with my first child in China. I remember walking down the stairs and looking at the TV that showed the first plane hitting. I thought that my husband was watching “some movie”. When he told me it was CNN and real footage, I sat down trying to get my head wrapped around all the questions. Then the second plane hit. It was surreal in a bad way…it just seemed like a nightmare that never ended with more news of the other planes going down. Such chaos, such sadness.

  • Dineen Miller

    We lived in Zurich at the time. My husband called to tell me there’d been an accident. I turned on BBC news and watched as the second plane crashed. I’ll never forget the images of people leaping out of the blazing building. Stayed in front of the TV for days. U.S. Embassy advised we stay indoors. Ventured out a week later and ran into a group of Muslim women in a store. I don’t know who looked more wary and scared–my daughters and I or them.

  • http://sylviasmith.blogspot.com/ Sylvia Smith

    That year I was an administrator for a large school district in Central California, and one of my responsibilities was PR. I was charged with talking to the press about our response to the tragedy and composing communications home to parents, in my own way. Our message was clear: school was the safest place for the children, regardless of how remote our location from the tragedy; and the most patriotic thing we could do was NOT to give the enemy the satisfaction of lying down. We would keep our doors open, and teach the children to stand strong.

  • http://www.bkjackson.blogspot.com BK Jackson

    So many heart-breaking images of people but equally heart-breaking to me are photos capturing the traumatized SAR dogs who worked during 911. I still can’t look at them without bawling my eyes out.

  • http://writofwhimsy.blogspot.com Victoria Lindstrom

    September 11, 2001 was personal for our family. My husband’s younger brother, Shawn, was a NYC paramedic at the time; as was his girlfriend Doreen – we were frantic. As it turned out, it had been Shawn’s day off, he had been out of the city. Doreen (now Shawn’s wife) had helped triage the injured with so many other medical personnel. Unfortunately, Shawn’s dream to become a member of the FDNY happened all too quickly. He was called up sooner than he expected, because so many went down sooner than God intended…We Will Never Forget.

  • http://theterrorland.blogspot.com/ The Terrorland

    TEN years ago on this day, a terrorizing cloud of smoke and ash started spreading from the Twin Towers in New York City,
    and today, the grayish white dust has blanketed so much of the world especially Pakistan.

    Read our 9/11 story — Mainstream media becomes a cult 10 years after 9/11: http://nblo.gs/mRCOs

  • http://www.maggielepage.com Maggie Le Page

    I live in New Zealand, and will never forget the images we woke up to that morning. Although we didn’t personally know anyone involved, we felt it as if it was personal. Those images of people trapped in the burning towers will stay with me forever. We grieved then, and we grieve now. Kia kaha.

  • http://paulanthonyshortt.blogspot.com Paul Anthony Shortt

    I was working in a shop in college during the summer break. My wife knew some of the firefighters who lost their lives, from a sports trip to New York a few years prior. We may be on the other side of the Atlantic, but it touched us here too.

  • H. Renee

    A morning in Japanese Class, ignorant because we could only talk about topics in Japanese and no one had the right vocabulary.

    Returned to the co-op to find three girls in hysterics (family endangered) and our cook crying while she served lunch. No TV, radio only. I’ve never watched video footage. I don’t know if I can.

  • http://www.nyjournalofbooks.com/reviewer/carol-brill carol brill

    I worked in human resources in a hospital in South Jersey. Although we were 100 miles away, we prepared to treat the injured. As the day wore on, the realization that there would be no survivors to treat sent new waves of grief. Like others I couldn’t wait to hear my husband’s voice and to get home and hold each other. The most hope I felt was when our political leaders sang God Bless America.

  • Alexis

    I was in high school English class. Our school had a TV in each classroom for morning announcements. We had just had worship (it was Christian high school) when our TV were turned on and we saw the planes crashing into the World Trade Center and then all of the smoke. The broadcast journalists were just as shocked as the viewers.

    Parents started swooping into the school to pick up their teenagers.

    Class continued, watching the TV and with the option of going to the chapel to pray for the situation.

  • http://faithfictionfriends.blogspot.com Glynn

    I flipped on the TV in my office, to see a replay of the first plane hitting the tower. Then the second plane, the second tower. I called my wife at home and told her to turn on the TV. Then the reports came about the Pentagon, and reports of a plane down in Pennsylvania. We called our son, then in college, then other family. We had to make sure everyone was OK. We all felt attacked, because we were.

  • http://esthersdestiny.blogspot.com Sherri

    It’s been 10 years, and sometimes the feeling of unbelief is still as strong as it was on that day. I don’t want to think about it or experience the emotions that will come with remembrance ceremonies today, but I will. I will do it to honor those who died, to support those who remain, to thank those who protect our freedoms, and to celebrate life.

  • http://thinkinginchrist.com Russ White

    I was just coming to work when the first plane hit –and we watched as the second hit, and then the buildings went down. I was angry, and then sad, and then angry again, and then…

    Ten years on, have we learned anything? I look around and wonder…

    But the anger, and the sadness, remain.

  • Julia

    I fell to the ground when I heard the news. Three small children and a baby around me, I wasn’t sure if or how my husband would get home.

    The roads were still, with only the sound of the occasional siren headed to southern Manhattan. I glance out the window at the GW Bridge, half-expecting it to blow.

    I took the children for a walk. We encountered people, neighbors, each of whom were alive. It was a blessing those in other parts of the country didn’t have: we heard all the survival stories. And we never watched the re-runs of the film footage, figuring that the terrorists had only flown each plane into a building once, and we didn’t need to experience it more than that.

  • http://www.catmuses.wordpress.com Cathy Thorneycroft Graham

    I am Canadian and live in Ottawa, Canada’s capital. I was about to go to a job interview when I saw on TV that the first plane had hit. At first I thought it was a terrible accident but throughout the day, the grisly truth revealed itself. Ottawa became a surreal place with people glued to blaring tvs and radios. Businesses closed early and the police rushed to cordon off Parliament Hill in fear of a terrorist attack. I got home and we watched the coverage that night with our young sons. So tragic and incomprehensible, even 10 years later.

  • http://blog.peterdehaan.com/2011/09/10/the-day-before-9-11.aspx Peter DeHaan

    I blogged about this yesterday and tried to edit my 320 word post down to a scant 100 words to be reposted here, but I quickly gave up.

    Click on my name above to read my post — and learn why I published it yesterday and not today.

  • http://www.everydayruralty.com Patrice

    Ten years ago today, I was sitting on a beach in Delaware enjoying the day with my sister and my little girls. I heard about the attacks when I went back into our hotel to get something. People at the front desk were anxiously trying to get information from the confused desk clerk. I ran back out to the beach to tell my sister. The fear came over her face as she remembered someone she knew who was at the Pentagon. (We found out the person was okay.)

    Everything was spinning around me and I remember holding my very pregnant belly, wishing that I could always keep my children as safe as my unborn baby. I wondered what the world would become. I prayed.

    I will not forget.

  • http://www.kathleenbasi.com Kathleen Basi

    It’s the oddest things I remember. I was liturgy director for our church and parochial school, and it was Mass day. It was all over before I found out, because I was setting up for Mass. I remember this cute second grader sitting at the end of the pew, swinging his legs because he couldn’t reach the floor. Just after that I walked into the office building for staff meeting and found everyone in a panic, watching on the tiny TV in the meeting room.

  • http://www.wizardofotin.blogspot.com otin

    I wrote about it today.

    http://www.wizardofotin.blogspot.com/

    I watched the towers being built when I was a child. My father would take us on The Staten Island Ferry every weekend so that we could see them completed. I lived in North Carolina when they fell and a part of me felt like I was too far away from home.

    It was a sad sad day.

  • http://dianewbailey.blogspot.com/ Diane Bailey

    I was in a Bible study when the first plan hit. We all got on our knees and began to pray, hard prayers, warrior prayers. Like Joshua and David prayers.

    An hour later we hugged and went home. Turning on the TV, I view the attack for the first time. My first actual view of what had happened was a close up of smoke billowing from one of the buildings, and a man jumping. My knees buckled and I was once again on them praying.

    This morning we are out of town. Going to the lobby for coffee, I saw a woman in uniform. She remines me that today is the anniversary. We look at each other for a minute and I begin to tear up. ” Bless you”, I say. “Thank you, and stay safe.”

    The war continues…

  • http://taratylertalks.blogspot.com tara tyler

    i was with my babies (1 & 2 yrs old) and my mom called.
    i watched all day in disbelief. i still cant believe it happened and look for the towers in “old” movies

    i wrote a poem to express…
    http://taratylertalks.blogspot.com/2011/09/come-together.html

  • Jackie Ley

    We were living in France with no British TV or radio. I first learned about the catastrophe at Twin Towers when I popped in on our French neighbours to borrow something for our house renovations. We stood transfixed in their living-room watching the second plane hit. The shock waves reverberated around the world. Today at Ground Zero, the words of William Shakespeare introduced the litany of names of those who died: ‘Let us not measure our sorrow by their worth. For then our sorrow would have no end.’
    Truly, as writers, we have a sacred trust.

  • Erik

    Woke that morning in disbelief to the news on the alarm radio. It didn’t take long for everyone to repeat the mantra, “America has been forever changed.” Four years later, studying abroad, two of the many good friends I made happened to be Muslims. I was one of the first Americans they’d ever met. Said they were skeptical and didn’t think they’d like any of us. Came home only to have a relative inform me that “they’d have slit your throat in a heartbeat.” America is a sum of its parts, and there’s no doubt we’ve changed. I have.

  • Cheryl Smith

    I just arrived to BSF class in Michigan, all seemed normal until they announced we were being dismissed early due to a terrible accident that happened in NY. Confused and anxious, everyone wanted to turn on radios and get home so we could see what they were talking about. So many questions they couldn’t answer. I was horrified when I finally got home and saw the footage and destruction. Uneasy, I called my husband and children just to hear their voices even though we didn’t live in NY. I remember the swelling sense of oneness in our country. I’ll never forget.

  • http://seniormusingsmoments.blogspot.com Glenda

    9/11 was the day the United States lost its security blanket. The Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor and the threat of nuclear attack during the Cold War era were the last times our citizens had faced the fears of being attacked on our own soil. We had grown complacent in our security. Our vulnerability became apparent to us on that September day in 2001 and instilled a fear in us that will not soon be forgotten. It was an attack on the innocent – forever changing our interpretation of war. Our security bubble had burst, sprinkling us with fear and distrust.

  • http://theotherstephenkingonwriting.blogspot.com Stephen King

    I was stuck in traffic headed to work in Anchorage. Normally I drive to music, but I switched to the radio to hear what could be causing the slowdown. As I heard the story unfold, I understood why the two large military bases had slammed down their security, thus causing the highway to back up. I went on in to the college; I taught an irrelevant class to uninterested students and dismissed them as soon as I reasonably could. Then I went home and watched the towers fall down over and over and over again.

  • India Powers

    My husband and I were getting ready for work when we heard the news on the radio, then we turned on the TV and watched in disbelief as the 2nd plane crashed into the 2nd tower. We held each other and prayed that people would get out in time. We still went to work. Flights were grounded for days, weeks? I knew how much our world had changed the day I saw a plane in the air again–and my first reaction was fear. May God Bless America and all those who sacrifice for our country. Amen.

  • Joseph Baran

    There are no adequate words to describe the pain and anguish of the people who perished on that day and of their loved one left behind.

  • ellen

    I was a physician at work in New Orleans when the towers came down.
    There was very little healing I could do that day.
    People still came into the office
    They still had their complaints
    But the shadow of loss covered everything that day
    Now my sons are watching documentaries about 9/11 and the beautiful resurrection of the towers
    Now the healing has finally begun

  • Cyntha Ivers

    I was about to head out on a Route 66 road trip to experience real Americana when the towers fell. It was particularily personal to me because I knew people who died on one of the United flights, as well as several who worked at WTC. I went on the trip with profound sadness but with a strong sense of purpose – to connect with other Americans and stand united with a collective voice that we would not be defeated by this one act of cowardice.

  • Diane

    I was an FBI agent in Chicago (now retired). I will always be grateful that on 9/11 I had a job that allowed – even required – me to do something meaningful in response to the attacks.

  • http://www.atlasmediainc.com Adam Porter

    Six months after 9-11, I was conducting MOTS interviews for a magazine article. The topic? “Why do we need a 6-month anniversary of 9-11.” There were many causes noted, but one universal “reason” given: “So we don’t forget.”

    “After 6 months?” I thought, “Really?”

    The title of that piece became “Apathy.” Tens years later, there is much personal reflection and national hoopla, but fairly little real understanding of the price hundreds of thousands of Americans are still paying to balance the books on 9-11.

    Today there will be countless appropriate moments of silence. When those moments have passed, it is my hope that the American people will look past the monuments and memorials, take in the world as it is today and speak up louder than ever before.

    • http://refreshmentrefuge.blogspot.com Gina Burgess

      This brought chills, Adam. I so much agree. Today the Dems and GOP are bickering, still but then they were holding hands and praying on the steps of the Capitol.

      • Joseph Baran

        Back then it was okay to speak of God and believe in God. Even on the steps of the Capitol. Then God was our comfort. Ten years later it doesn’t seem to be the case anymore.

  • http://cluculzwriter.blogspot.com/ joylene

    Our son was a corporal in the Canadian Army. My other two sons were visiting when the news flashed across our TV screen. My first thought was war. My two visiting sons promised me there wouldn’t be, but I sensed that this day was only the beginning.

    Six years later, our youngest was promoted to sergeant and sent to Kandahar for eight of the longest months of my life. We’d already lost a son in a car accident in 1991 and one to an illness in 2006. I didn’t want another mother to experience such loss, but I didn’t want to lose another son. It was an agonizing time that hung like a black cloud over my head and affected every aspect of my daily routine.

    Finally, to survive, I began to send good thoughts and wishes to all mothers and fathers affected by 9.11. I told them that even if they didn’t know I was there, they weren’t alone, and I would continue to share their tears.

  • Michelle G

    It was my first day back at work after my grandmother’s funeral. As an aviation magazine editor, while proofing finals for press, someone shouted that a plane had hit the WTC. Soon after, my name sounded loudly over the intercom, ordering me to a phone. The Boston accent of my NTSB friend came through my receiver, “Change ya damn voicemail! It says you ah returning September 11 and I thought you were dead!”

    Not dead, but as we contacted friends at airports, aviation businesses, and the FAA that day; we all knew our jobs had changed dramatically and permanently.

  • http://www.joannaaislinn.com Joanna Aislinn

    At about 8:50 AM, I dropped my son off for school and was sitting in the office when someone asked me if I knew anything about the plane flying into the WTC. Even with that, I was essentially clueless while going from school to school in my district to schedule kids. I didn’t get the frenzied atmosphere until about 12:00, when I got home and my husband filled me in. Then I saw the pictures.

  • Mary Jo

    I remember picking my son up from school and then walking ten minutes to the Hoboken waterfront where we saw a huge dark column of smoke where the Towers had been. My husband was in NYC and I hadn’t heard from him since early morning. My son and I walked home–it was quiet and eerie, no planes, and the sky so bright blue. I ran into a friend who told me she saw my husband on a boat coming from Manhattan. Finally after my other son returned from high school we were all together at home. In Hoboken, we have a memorial service every year on the waterfront because we lost 67 people. This 10th anniversary does help one to pause and take stock, but we have never stopped mourning here for what happened on 9/11.

  • Loree Huebner

    That Tuesday dawned beautiful here in the Midwest. The sky was at its bluest and the temperature was just perfect for late summer.

    About one hour before the first tower was hit, a dear friend called to say that his wife had given birth to their first child, a precious little girl, just a few hours before. What a perfectly happy morning. Who knew that our country would be turned upside down in less than one hour?

  • http://www.angiekinsey.com AngieKinsey

    Was running late for work, heard first plane had hit towers on radio. Shared info with my coworkers. We plugged in a TV just in time to see the 2nd plane hit and then the first tower fell. Everyone was silent. Some cried. We all went home to our loved ones.

  • Tammi Tremblay

    Working my way through “The Power of a Praying Wife”, that morning’s chapter dealt with fear. Just minutes after completing the study, the phone rang. My husband asked if I had watched any tv that morning. As I turned it on, my first thought was about President Bush, (since he was scheduled to be in our town that day); however, I soon discovered the reality of what my husband wanted me to see. As I started becoming anxious, I was reminded of the words I had just read in my Bible study.

    I often think of how God prepared me for the news that day. When I become fearful about the future, if I’ll go to His word, He will give me the peace that passes all understanding.

  • http://girlseeksplace.wordpress.com Brianna

    It was very surreal for me. I don’t have super clear memories of the actual day, but rather of the that same day a year later, when a memorial was held at the college I attended. That was when it really hit me.

  • http://BriPoster.com Bri Poster

    I was only 12 years old, and I walked into my eighth grade homeroom. The tv was on it that room and in each subsequent class. Being so young, I didn’t fully understand what had just happened. I remember moments of shock, moments of insecurity, and knowing that, above all, things in this free country were going to change dramatically.

    Without being directly impacted, there wasn’t a lot that hit me, but now, looking back at what happened 10 years ago, and seeing the changes in our country, witnessing stories of those affected, I realize that it impacted me more than I could ever explain.

  • http://aboutracewriter.blogspot.com/ Dianne Liuzzi Hagan

    Facilitating a meeting in Syracuse of colleagues from across NYS, I cancelled just after we arrived at the hotel. People tried to connect with loved ones. We watched TV, our arms around one another, tears flowing unashamedly.

    My husband, a firefighter, was away at a golf tournament in Ohio and our twin daughters, high school seniors, had just started school at a dance conservatory in North Carolina.

    With family physically distant and the possibility my husband would be called to NYC for rescue and recovery, I was paralyzed by grief and fear. I still cry for the fallen firefighters.

  • http://www.onlyabreath.com Melanie

    It was the day evil seemed the triumph. The sky was darkened, the dust from the towers hid the sun’s light. In the days that followed, the photos and endless lists of the missing or dead were too much to bear.

    The evil from September 11 will always be remembered, and really, this day opened my eyes to the hatred that exists in the world. However, as powerful as evil is, love is more powerful than evil.

    The towers fell, but faith, hope, and love remain… and the greatest of these is love.

    “Don’t let evil conquer you, but conquer evil by doing good.” ~ Romans 12:21

    The evil from September 11 will always be remembered, and really, this day opened my eyes to the hatred that exists in the world. However, as powerful as evil is, love is more powerful than evil.

    The towers fell, but faith, hope, and love remain… and the greatest of these is love.

    “Don’t let evil conquer you, but conquer evil by doing good.” ~ Romans 12:21

  • http://martiwrites.com Marti Wukelic

    I looked at my son, sitting in the corner of my king sized bed, in the corner of my bedroom, in the innermost part of my house and all I could think of was how much I wanted to push him deeper into that corner and keep him there. Safe, in our house, away from the world, away from things like exploding airplanes and destroyed buildings and people who might hate him through no fault of his own. As the weeks unfolded, I grieved with the world, but in those first moments, my visceral response was simply as a mom.

  • Janet Bettag

    Aside from the horrifying visuals of the planes flying into the WTC and Pentagon and the collapse of the towers, I recall the surreal silence of a sky devoid of aircraft. And, of course, the abysmal sorrow, the shock, the disbelief. I still cannot fathom how any human being could so callously take so many lives for the sake of a so-called “holy” and clearly political agenda. Prayers continue every day for all the lives impacted. It was, perhaps, the darkest day in human history.

  • http://www.nancykimball.blogspot.com Nancy Kimball

    I turned on my TV mid-morning while readying to leave for my college classes. Some news story was on, so I turned the channel. There it was again. Annoyed, I changed the channel again, and again, and again. I don’t know when or where I stopped pressing the button on the remote. Only what happened afterward as I aged a hundred years in the span of an hour. At the age of twenty-one, I came to understood the look in my grandfather’s eyes whenever anyone asked him about Pearl Harbor. The one I’ll always carry for 9-11.

  • http://www.rebastanley.com Reba

    I took my kids to school, returned home to my normal day. While making up the bed the phone rang, a friend asked, “do you have your tv on?” “No”, I replied. “Turn it on.” I could not believe what had happened. I needed to be with my kids, I needed to know they were alright. I went to them,the older kids were in the auditorium watching this horrible news being told. I wanted to protect them from seeing such horror, but it could not be helped, none of us could help what we learned that day.

  • http://www.jaredgarrett.com Jared Garrett

    On that morning, I had just finished an early class during my 3rd year at college. I was hurrying across BYU campus, anxious to meet my wife with our two little boys when I spotted her.

    She told me what had happened. Gripping each others’ hands tightly, we decided she would skip her class and we found a nearby TV.

    I spent that day holding my family, imagining other families whose arms would know a keen emptiness now, and weeping for them. I plead for my Father to send His love to those so tragically affected.

    And I loved my country more, because I knew that we would do this:

    “not by grief’s burden bent
    but in freedom’s yoke alive”

  • Susan Husk

    My out-of-town daughter hung up too quickly after telling me about the first WTC tower and hung up. I turned the television on just in time to see the second plane make impact.

    In a second phone call, my daughter said the hotel told everyone to go home immediately. With fast forward speed she raced home as authorities closed the roads behind her the whole way, including Louisville who landed planes at a rapid, almost unsafe, rate. To hear, not soon enough, that she was home was a sweet sound, but was home the a safe place anymore? Were there more attacks, ongoing ones like in Israel, anywhere, anytime? Uncertainty lingered for a long time.

  • http://momco3.wordpress.com Annie

    My partner called me early on 9/11, asking me to take his hospital shift. “Sure,” I said, “Why?”

    Weeping, he said, “Turn on the news.”

    I don’t know how many times I watched the Towers come down that day: standing transfixed at home, waiting with a woman in labor, catching the slippery, perfect new being as he slid into a world that was inconceivably different than it had been two hours earlier. A world with new definitions of fear, horror and courage. Of villains, heroes and endings.
    But somehow, miraculously, there were beginnings on 9/11 as well.

  • Rachelle Gardner

    I’ve read every one of these posts and I’m so moved by all the memories. Thank you for sharing them.

    It was only 5:46 am on the West coast, but Brian had already left for work. He heard it on the radio and called me. I watched the TV, horrified, my 4 and 2 year old daughters with me, and we cried amidst phone calls back and forth with family and friends as we all tried to figure out what was happening. Brian’s brother was at work in the Pentagon and we learned he was safe, but since he was dealing with national security, it would be another 24 hours before he could go home to get some rest. Unlike many, I find it helpful and necessary to watch the videos and the TV coverage… and remember.

  • http://vkaz.wordpress.com/ Victoria Kazarian

    Ten years ago, I was a news junkie. As the befuddled parent of an autistic toddler, it gave me a sense of control to know exactly what was going in the world. September 11 was unusual for me, because I did not have my television switched on. I first heard the news, when a friend called me, sobbing, to tell me that the Pentagon had been attacked, and the World Trade Center had been destroyed. Like everyone else, I tuned in, unable to turn away from the surreal scenes of destruction. How could I have not seen this coming?

  • http://www.eternitycafe.blogspot.com Susan Panzica

    For 11 years, I worked in the WTC. I left my job to marry and work with my chiropractor husband. That Tuesday, we sat glued to the tv, remembering and praying for friends and family who still worked there.

    In the weeks that followed, my husband volunteered at Ground Zero, adjusting those who worked tirelessly day and night in rescue and recovery.

    One night, while sitting in the stands at my son’s Little League game, the first plane back in the air after the flight ban, roared overhead, lights ablaze. We all sat paralyzed by what was once so familiar a sight.

    Our new normal.

  • Rachel Joy

    I was 5 years old. In India. With a Tamil language television. It must have been Sept 12, because of the timing difference, and because the pictures were already printed on the newspapers. I couldn’t understand most of the words, but I could see the horrific images of people running and smoke billowing. I heard the word “Pennsylvania,” and when I consulted with the little US map on the fridge, I saw that it was the state that my dad was in. I was so scared, until we could finally call him.

  • http://modernmrsdarcy.com Anne @ Modern Mrs Darcy

    I was 23, with my husband on an airplane over the Atlantic. NYC bound. The pilot came on the radio and said US airspace is closed; we’re headed back to Prague. The plane turned around. Hours later we were each handed a CNN-printout as we stepped off the plane detailing the unbelievable events of that day. The first plane, the second plane, Flight 93, the Pentagon. All on one photocopied piece of paper.

  • http://elizabethsaunders.blogspot.com/ Elizabeth Saunders

    I was driving off a Navy base, 2 hours from the Pentagon, for a car appointment when I heard about the second plane on the radio. As I watched the news at the auto shop, I prayed, “Don’t evacuate.” Thousands of people worked on the base, on a peninsula with one road out. But we thought we were next – they evacuated. I didn’t want to be a sitting duck in all that traffic, so I met a friend and we stayed in a restaurant all afternoon. Two days later we heard from a coworker who survived at the Pentagon.

  • Sra

    No one knew anything.

    There were vague rumors floating around at lunchtime, but they didn’t make any sense.

    The tv feed in our afternoon class was so fuzzy that I didn’t see real footage until weeks later. I didn’t get what the big deal was.

    Sometimes I feel bad about it, because I should have. I was a junior in high school.

    We have it so good here. Even in the face of an ultra-tragedy, most of us are still protected and distanced enough from it to take it completely for granted. We shouldn’t, of course. But the fact that we can makes me try harder to not take our country for granted.

  • http://www.tnealtarver.wordpress.com TNeal

    Tears surprise me as I watch.

    The feelings buried return with the images.

    I want to forget. I cannot.

    The date will not release me.

    9-11!

    I hurt.

    He heals.

  • http://alittleofthisandthat2.blogspot.com/ Dayle

    I had taken my daughter to school and decided to go back to bed for a few minutes. My phone rang. It was my sister. All she said was, “Turn on the television.” I remember sitting on the edge of the coffee-table, unable to move as I watched the second plane fly into the second tower. I grabbed my chest and fell to the floor, crying out to God. And I remember thinking, Nothing will ever be the same. America will never be the same. And it hasn’t been … except God. Always faithful, never changing God.

  • http://deekrull.blogspot.com/ Dee Krull

    My husband and I were in L.A. staying with my brother. He woke us up and turned the TV just before the second plane hit. I thought to myself “It is here, on American soil.” Later I knew that things would never be the same again.

    I cried that day and today, I cried again for the loss of lives; the loss the American people would feel forever. Our country will never be the same, but somehow I know eventually we will make it better; but first we must come together and become one voice.

  • Karen

    I was at a friend’s house, seeking a brief escape from the horrendous week my family and I had just been through. One week earlier, my nephew had been killed in a car accident.

    From the living room I heard, “A plane just hit the twin towers!” I stood in front of the television, watching the replay of the second plane crashing into the high-rise and couldn’t seem to catch my breath. I thought, “I can’t handle this now. This CAN’T be happening now.” Even now, I can’t mentally or emotionally separate our family’s tragedy from our nation’s tragedy. When people revisit the horrors of that day, I think about my nephew. He would have been 26.

  • Nancy Petralia

    Every American’s personal YouTube video has persistently replayed itself in our minds. In my video I’m sitting at the kitchen table with my mother. My particular world has shifted tectonically in the two weeks since my dad passed away. Today we’re going to the courthouse to file his will. Mom looks more frail than she did just a month ago. She clicks on the tabletop TV as we sit down to coffee. Smoke is swirling from the side of a huge building. Stunned, we watch as the reporters speculate on the accident before us. Then, from the side of the screen, another plane, and America is transformed.

  • Reba J. Hoffman

    I grew up in the big,open spaces of Texas. Pride in our country was instilled within me. We were the backbone of America and happy to serve our great nation. Years passed and I moved to Florida. I really thought the America I grew up in was gone. But on 9/11, when our nation fell under attack, I realzed the heartbeat of America is alive and well. While the loss is so great, so is the assurance that God shed his grace on America. I’m proud to be an American! Even more so after we emmerged from the rubble with the stars and stripes waving proudly on such a tragic day.

  • http://francarona.francarona.com Fran Carona, Ph.D.

    I went back to school late in life to get the college degree I never got. On that day, I was then in graduate school working on my Ph.D. in clinical psychology. I was getting up and about to get ready for class when I heard the news. At first, I was angry at the commentator for suggesting it was a terrorist attack. Surely it must be an accident. My mind just could not grasp that someone would do that intentionally. My 28-year old daughter was upstairs getting ready to fly from Tulsa to Miami on a business trip. I jumped in the shower, and when I got out she told me about the second plane. I begged her not to go to the airport, but she told me she had to be at this meeting. Thankfully planes were grounded and she returned home safely. But so many others lost their loved ones on that day. I cried all day yesterday as I watched the memorial services. Ten years later, and it is all still so raw!

  • Bess

    I was in a skyscraper in Times Square. When the second tower fell, I went to the window and saw a tsunami of light brown dust overwhelming the smaller buildings south, pushing between the tall ones. Nothing has been the same since.

  • http://travelighter.blogspot.com Maureen

    We lived in Colorado, high in the mountains and isolated. Three sons called from work to let us know. We rigged up an old TV on the generator to watch, seeing our own problems become very small. Within four months, three of our grown children joined the military and served in order to contribute their part. My part? To let them go, knowing others had suffered dearly (and mine did come back).

  • Elisa Yager

    I was in a meeting at work. When my meeting was over, I checked my e-mail and a friend shared what happened. I would soon learn that I lost a friend and former co-worker, Ed P. York, who worked in the Human Resources Dept of Cantor Fitzgerald. I could see the smoke from Ground Zero rising in the air even though I am nearly 80 miles away.

    Yesterday, as the names were read, our local station simultaneously showed pictures of each victim along with their last known residence and age at the time of their murder. When Ed’s name was read, I cried – a lot, and prayed for his family and the others who lost loved ones. The pain is still so great….

  • http://www.loopdeloops.blogspot.com Kay Day

    In a new house, surrounded by unpacked boxes, my first grader got ready for school. I scurried to make her lunch. My four year old balked. Both kids asked if they could have ice cream for breakfast. We were late.
    The phone rang. My husband said, “A plane flew into the World Trade Center.” I thought, “Why is he bothering me with this now. “ A two-seater, I thought. An accident.
    He said, “It was a passenger jet. One hit the Pentagon, too.” I don’t remember saying goodbye.
    The kids had ice cream for breakfast.

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  • Taryn

    We’d kicked back for the evening and I turned on the TV in our country southwest Oz corner, and I thought we were seeing the end of the world from the other side of it! Seriously, the only thing that could happen next was the trumpet blast, right? It was unbelievable and very confusing because it was very left field. WHO could be behind this if not the devil himself?

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