September 11, 2001: Never Forget
I had a PALS class that morning.
The receptionist at the consortium could not reach her brother. In New York.
We were there, but we weren’t present.
By 1100, they ended the class. It could not be business as usual.
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I never left the television.
Over and over, the images.
The horrific sanitized-for-our-protection American versions; the unimaginable reality of the European versions.
Shock. Disbelief. Anger.
Oh God, the anger.
But never acceptance.
Not then. Not now. Not ever.
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DrJackson
September 11, 2009 at 2:00 pm
Spent the day reading blog posts on 9-11 (I’m unemployed) and your post inspired me to share the post with you. (http://www.advice.com/article/2009/09/11/Advice+on+How+Best+To+Remember+September+11%252C+2001)
I like what the author wrote and I think we could all try this. Thanks.
AlisonH
September 11, 2009 at 5:05 pm
We don’t own a TV. My kids got shown the footage that day over and over in school–so I called a friend and went over to watch with her. I wanted to know viscerally as well as rationally what my kids and the whole rest of the country had had to experience, without trying to cushion myself from it.
My brother was one of the lucky ones who made it home that day. Quite a few of the parents of the kids his wife taught never got another Back to School night.
Epijunky
September 11, 2009 at 7:14 pm
Still angry, still remembering.
SeaSpray
September 12, 2009 at 4:42 pm
So true!
Ken O
September 14, 2009 at 1:52 am
There was very little work done here that afternoon (UK time); most of us were either watching the tv or dotting in and out between the Tv and blog/web news/e-mail links.
Awakenedheart
September 15, 2009 at 8:16 am
When Kennedy was shot I remember lining up for the buses, leaving school early and watching the teachers crying,understanding that the world had changed. I was in second grade in Florida. On September 11, 2001, I was in a hospice volunteer work shop. The cell phones started ringing as friends and family started reaching out to loved ones and the horrific tendrils of this event began to waken us in the small Vermont town. Every one went home, most to watch those moments replay over and over again on the television screen, hoping someone would say it was a Hollywood trick. Again the world had changed, never to feel quite as secure ever again.