I
was watching television with my sister. We watched the flames on World Trade
Centre Tower 1 and then watched the second plane hit World Trade Centre Tower
2. Even though my sister (age 12) and I (age 17) were living as far away as
possible in Australia, it was a shock, and we both screamed. My Mama walked
into our family area and asked what movie we were watching. We told her that it
was no movie; it was New York City. We watched together as the towers crumbled
and then watched as the Pentagon was hit and then new reports of a plane going
down in Pennsylvania. It was unreal.
I
remember not wanting to go to sleep that night. I couldn't sleep with so many
people harmed, so many lives lost, and no idea yet if I had seen the last of
the attacks. When I did eventually fall asleep, I didn't sleep that well. Every
time I'd close my eyes I'd feel I wanted to be there to help. I prayed. I woke
up to more devastation. I remember all the doctors and nurses waiting to help
people pulled from the rubble. Except that there were none. They stood there in
their scrubs clean. Unreal.
It
was the first time I'd heard the name Osama Bin Laden. I remember how foreign
that name was to me and wondered how this person could cause so much damage.
Mostly I wondered why he would ever want to.
Since
then, I am lucky enough to have visited New York many, many times. It is the
most fascinating, energetic and wonderful city in the world. I met my future
husband there. My love for New York is immense and everlasting. I hadn't been
to Ground Zero until this past April on about my 6th visit to New York. Until
then I couldn't bring myself to stand where the towers once gazed over New
York. The experience was unreal. What is most confronting is the open space.
There is an enormous space where the towers once stood.
I
now live in Pennsylvania and travel to New York regularly. It's obvious that
ten years have passed, but my memory of those days are so vivid I know I'll
live the rest of my life feeling like September 11th 2001 was yesterday. My
prayers, respect and admiration for those who first responded, those who
continued to respond in the days after, and those who today continue to work on
the memorial will never waiver. The goodness of humanity will prevail.
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