I have meant to say something about 9/11 for years now. I haven't ever quite been able to say anything remarkable or profound but I suppose I feel like everyone else that lived that day's events.
Heartbroken.
A tragedy that enormous and shocking is still hard to describe. I remember exactly how I felt when I heard the news. How can any of us forget?
I was sitting in an empty office that morning. The air was cold but the sun was shining so bright. I was waiting for the room to warm as I went about my business. I still worked at my summer job that I had taken in between semesters. I wanted to work as late into September as I could so I could keep making money before returning to the school routine.
I had the radio on. The news cut into a song. The newscaster was unsure of what she was saying. They thought it was an explosion, not a terrorist attack. Then slowly, they described what was happening.
I didn't have anyone to talk to about it. I didn't have a television in the office. I think I called my boyfriend. He was very upset. More upset than I. He was upset that I was too shocked to be sad yet.
The sadness came though. When I got home and saw those images.
It seems to me that it becomes more painful and sad every year that passes. The television replays the events, over and over. I pray for those that lost their loved ones that day. I hope our children never experience violence like that in their lifetime.
Heartbroken.
A tragedy that enormous and shocking is still hard to describe. I remember exactly how I felt when I heard the news. How can any of us forget?
I was sitting in an empty office that morning. The air was cold but the sun was shining so bright. I was waiting for the room to warm as I went about my business. I still worked at my summer job that I had taken in between semesters. I wanted to work as late into September as I could so I could keep making money before returning to the school routine.
I had the radio on. The news cut into a song. The newscaster was unsure of what she was saying. They thought it was an explosion, not a terrorist attack. Then slowly, they described what was happening.
I didn't have anyone to talk to about it. I didn't have a television in the office. I think I called my boyfriend. He was very upset. More upset than I. He was upset that I was too shocked to be sad yet.
The sadness came though. When I got home and saw those images.
It seems to me that it becomes more painful and sad every year that passes. The television replays the events, over and over. I pray for those that lost their loved ones that day. I hope our children never experience violence like that in their lifetime.
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