September 11 2001 is a day America never expected to happen. Our country was attacked. Thousands of lives lost and Thousands more effected. I remember everything that happened clearly that day. It will forever be etched in my memory. Recalling it instantly sends chills down my spine. Here is our 9/11 story.
I got up that morning and my girlfriend Nikki took me to the doctors office. I hadn’t been feeling well for a few weeks. I found out I was pg and losing that baby all in a matter of 24 minutes. I thought this day sucks and I am going home and going back to bed. Paul and I were still newly dating about 6 months at this point. I called him at work and told him what was going on. I would see him when he got home. I turned Good Morning America on as I did every morning. I had watched that show since middle school. I got all my current events from GMA. I tuned into the replay as the first plane hit. I thought it was just a plane taking a wrong terrible turn. Something was happening and the pilot couldn’t do anything about it. They came back live and you see the second plane hit. That is when I started to feel sick. I knew this was much more than what we were being told at that moment.
I called Paul at work and told him what was going on. The store closed and everyone sent home. Could this be for real? Was America land of the free and brave really being attacked? I called my Grandma. This is her territory. She grew up in New York. We talked for a few minutes and she let me go to call her sister. I am sure the tears were shared between the two. This is where they were born and raised. To watch a City they both loved under attack I can’t begin to describe. I had a love of NYC. I had great memories there from skating in Rockefeller Center to seeing the Rockettes Christmas Spectacular. I had been there a year before with my Dad and his Company. We had a blast shopping in the little eclectic stores, lunch and dinner in the little hole in the walls. Sylvia’s best freaking food ever. Paul and I had planned on spending a weekend in November there. So he could enjoy so much of what I did from when I was little. There is nothing like Time Square and F.A.O. Schwartz. The whole city just has this indescribable buzz of excitement.
This city also teaches you about humility and the aspects of living on the streets. I will never forget passing the Coveant house and remembering asking what the house was for. For those who don’t know it is for runaway teens. Where they are protected and taken care of. Not far from there were the twin tours. I remember staring at them in awe of their size and just beauty. My dad explained some of the history. It was unreal. I couldn’t wait to share all this with Paul.
When he arrived home I was still on the couch of death. You never wanted to leave it. Suddenly our surprise loss was nothing. We were watching this horrific event unfold. I remember looking at him and ask him if those were people or manikins from the stores falling. As the words escaped my mouth I gasped. I remembered the shopping was underground. Those were people jumping hoping to escape the fate of being trapped. The tears just poured down my face that day. I know we didn’t eat until late in the night. Our once loud and busy little city was now silent. You couldn’t hear a peep from outside. Everyone was glued to the TVs.
The images from the news still haunt me to this day. Here is an amazing YouTube video my girlfriend shared on facebook.
These 3 songs still give me chills every time I hear them and can bring tears to my eyes instantly
Alan Jackson Remember Where were you when the world stop turning
Toby Keith American Soldier and Courtesy of the Red White and Blue
So today hug your loved ones tighter, say a prayer to those lives lost and the families and rescue workers mourning. For today will be the day that we will never forget how America was shaken to its core. The day is still raw for all of us.
(picture courtesy of yahoo)