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9-11-01 anniversary
- Thread starter Kelli
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I was coming home from school and I heard it being discussed on the radio. I mistakenly thought it was a movie they were discussing and thought nothing more of it as I bounced off to a music lesson.
It was when I came home I the full realisation dawned on me.
I knew nobody there, but a friend's Dad was working in the Pentagon at the time so that was kind of worrying. He was fine though.
It was when I came home I the full realisation dawned on me.
I knew nobody there, but a friend's Dad was working in the Pentagon at the time so that was kind of worrying. He was fine though.
I was coming home from school and I heard it being discussed on the radio. I mistakenly thought it was a movie they were discussing and thought nothing more of it as I bounced off to a music lesson.
It was when I came home I the full realisation dawned on me.
I knew nobody there, but a friend's Dad was working in the Pentagon at the time so that was kind of worrying. He was fine though.
It was when I came home I the full realisation dawned on me.
I knew nobody there, but a friend's Dad was working in the Pentagon at the time so that was kind of worrying. He was fine though.
I was coming home from school and I heard it being discussed on the radio. I mistakenly thought it was a movie they were discussing and thought nothing more of it as I bounced off to a music lesson.
It was when I came home I the full realisation dawned on me.
I knew nobody there, but a friend's Dad was working in the Pentagon at the time so that was kind of worrying. He was fine though.
It was when I came home I the full realisation dawned on me.
I knew nobody there, but a friend's Dad was working in the Pentagon at the time so that was kind of worrying. He was fine though.
I was coming home from school and I heard it being discussed on the radio. I mistakenly thought it was a movie they were discussing and thought nothing more of it as I bounced off to a music lesson.
It was when I came home I the full realisation dawned on me.
I knew nobody there, but a friend's Dad was working in the Pentagon at the time so that was kind of worrying. He was fine though.
It was when I came home I the full realisation dawned on me.
I knew nobody there, but a friend's Dad was working in the Pentagon at the time so that was kind of worrying. He was fine though.
I was coming home from school and I heard it being discussed on the radio. I mistakenly thought it was a movie they were discussing and thought nothing more of it as I bounced off to a music lesson.
It was when I came home I the full realisation dawned on me.
I knew nobody there, but a friend's Dad was working in the Pentagon at the time so that was kind of worrying. He was fine though.
It was when I came home I the full realisation dawned on me.
I knew nobody there, but a friend's Dad was working in the Pentagon at the time so that was kind of worrying. He was fine though.
Augustmom0003
New member
I was still in bed when my BIL called and told us to turn on the tv. What was going on??? Then the second plane hit. Then the Pentagon. Then the Towers fell. My oldest child was 13 months old...I don't know what I would've done had she been in school...probably would've taken her out. We went to my mom's house and just sat there, watching tv, in complete shock. We heard there was a missing plane...where was it going? How many ARE THERE???? I've never felt so completely helpless in my life (other than Ethan being diagnosed with CF, but that came 2 years after). We obviously realized we were under attack (that was apparent after the second plane hit). I imagined that maybe they had a plane for each city...I was just plain scared. I slept with the tv on...obsessively watching...waiting for the next attack. I remember, I couldn't watch scary movies for the longest time. All of the tv's stations, even cable, were commercial-free with 24/7 coverage...that was fine with me (but I desperately wanted a break to watch "Friends" or something to just make me laugh). I also remember looking in the plane-less sky. I wondered how many years it would be before another plane would fly...it wasn't NEARLY as long as I thought <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif" border="0"> The world was so different. WE were heartbroken, yet, united. That's what gives me the chills the most...that we were going through this horrific tragedy, yet I'd never seen such unity and humanity in my entire life. Everyone...EVERYONE...had such kindness. There was no road rage, no impatience during waits in line or at the doctor...just complete kindness. We all realized how fragile we were, how tomorrow is never guaranteed, we were all one color, one nation...unified. You here hard pressed to find a house without a red, white and blue flag waving. I prayed this new found man-kindness would last...and it did...for a few weeks (a few months, tops). We're back to arguing about rights and lefts, war or peace. Either I'm right or you're right...no middle ground. I still see a few flags flying, not NEARLY as many...not even half as much. It's like we've forgotten.
I watch the 9/11 broadcast replay every year, constantly asked "why would you want to watch that?" I don't want to forget...I want to remember those people, those families, that day, what it felt like, the tragedy and the triumph. I feel like, if I forget, then, what did those people die for??????? That's why.
I watch the 9/11 broadcast replay every year, constantly asked "why would you want to watch that?" I don't want to forget...I want to remember those people, those families, that day, what it felt like, the tragedy and the triumph. I feel like, if I forget, then, what did those people die for??????? That's why.
Augustmom0003
New member
I was still in bed when my BIL called and told us to turn on the tv. What was going on??? Then the second plane hit. Then the Pentagon. Then the Towers fell. My oldest child was 13 months old...I don't know what I would've done had she been in school...probably would've taken her out. We went to my mom's house and just sat there, watching tv, in complete shock. We heard there was a missing plane...where was it going? How many ARE THERE???? I've never felt so completely helpless in my life (other than Ethan being diagnosed with CF, but that came 2 years after). We obviously realized we were under attack (that was apparent after the second plane hit). I imagined that maybe they had a plane for each city...I was just plain scared. I slept with the tv on...obsessively watching...waiting for the next attack. I remember, I couldn't watch scary movies for the longest time. All of the tv's stations, even cable, were commercial-free with 24/7 coverage...that was fine with me (but I desperately wanted a break to watch "Friends" or something to just make me laugh). I also remember looking in the plane-less sky. I wondered how many years it would be before another plane would fly...it wasn't NEARLY as long as I thought <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif" border="0"> The world was so different. WE were heartbroken, yet, united. That's what gives me the chills the most...that we were going through this horrific tragedy, yet I'd never seen such unity and humanity in my entire life. Everyone...EVERYONE...had such kindness. There was no road rage, no impatience during waits in line or at the doctor...just complete kindness. We all realized how fragile we were, how tomorrow is never guaranteed, we were all one color, one nation...unified. You here hard pressed to find a house without a red, white and blue flag waving. I prayed this new found man-kindness would last...and it did...for a few weeks (a few months, tops). We're back to arguing about rights and lefts, war or peace. Either I'm right or you're right...no middle ground. I still see a few flags flying, not NEARLY as many...not even half as much. It's like we've forgotten.
I watch the 9/11 broadcast replay every year, constantly asked "why would you want to watch that?" I don't want to forget...I want to remember those people, those families, that day, what it felt like, the tragedy and the triumph. I feel like, if I forget, then, what did those people die for??????? That's why.
I watch the 9/11 broadcast replay every year, constantly asked "why would you want to watch that?" I don't want to forget...I want to remember those people, those families, that day, what it felt like, the tragedy and the triumph. I feel like, if I forget, then, what did those people die for??????? That's why.
Augustmom0003
New member
I was still in bed when my BIL called and told us to turn on the tv. What was going on??? Then the second plane hit. Then the Pentagon. Then the Towers fell. My oldest child was 13 months old...I don't know what I would've done had she been in school...probably would've taken her out. We went to my mom's house and just sat there, watching tv, in complete shock. We heard there was a missing plane...where was it going? How many ARE THERE???? I've never felt so completely helpless in my life (other than Ethan being diagnosed with CF, but that came 2 years after). We obviously realized we were under attack (that was apparent after the second plane hit). I imagined that maybe they had a plane for each city...I was just plain scared. I slept with the tv on...obsessively watching...waiting for the next attack. I remember, I couldn't watch scary movies for the longest time. All of the tv's stations, even cable, were commercial-free with 24/7 coverage...that was fine with me (but I desperately wanted a break to watch "Friends" or something to just make me laugh). I also remember looking in the plane-less sky. I wondered how many years it would be before another plane would fly...it wasn't NEARLY as long as I thought <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif" border="0"> The world was so different. WE were heartbroken, yet, united. That's what gives me the chills the most...that we were going through this horrific tragedy, yet I'd never seen such unity and humanity in my entire life. Everyone...EVERYONE...had such kindness. There was no road rage, no impatience during waits in line or at the doctor...just complete kindness. We all realized how fragile we were, how tomorrow is never guaranteed, we were all one color, one nation...unified. You here hard pressed to find a house without a red, white and blue flag waving. I prayed this new found man-kindness would last...and it did...for a few weeks (a few months, tops). We're back to arguing about rights and lefts, war or peace. Either I'm right or you're right...no middle ground. I still see a few flags flying, not NEARLY as many...not even half as much. It's like we've forgotten.
I watch the 9/11 broadcast replay every year, constantly asked "why would you want to watch that?" I don't want to forget...I want to remember those people, those families, that day, what it felt like, the tragedy and the triumph. I feel like, if I forget, then, what did those people die for??????? That's why.
I watch the 9/11 broadcast replay every year, constantly asked "why would you want to watch that?" I don't want to forget...I want to remember those people, those families, that day, what it felt like, the tragedy and the triumph. I feel like, if I forget, then, what did those people die for??????? That's why.
Augustmom0003
New member
I was still in bed when my BIL called and told us to turn on the tv. What was going on??? Then the second plane hit. Then the Pentagon. Then the Towers fell. My oldest child was 13 months old...I don't know what I would've done had she been in school...probably would've taken her out. We went to my mom's house and just sat there, watching tv, in complete shock. We heard there was a missing plane...where was it going? How many ARE THERE???? I've never felt so completely helpless in my life (other than Ethan being diagnosed with CF, but that came 2 years after). We obviously realized we were under attack (that was apparent after the second plane hit). I imagined that maybe they had a plane for each city...I was just plain scared. I slept with the tv on...obsessively watching...waiting for the next attack. I remember, I couldn't watch scary movies for the longest time. All of the tv's stations, even cable, were commercial-free with 24/7 coverage...that was fine with me (but I desperately wanted a break to watch "Friends" or something to just make me laugh). I also remember looking in the plane-less sky. I wondered how many years it would be before another plane would fly...it wasn't NEARLY as long as I thought <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif" border="0"> The world was so different. WE were heartbroken, yet, united. That's what gives me the chills the most...that we were going through this horrific tragedy, yet I'd never seen such unity and humanity in my entire life. Everyone...EVERYONE...had such kindness. There was no road rage, no impatience during waits in line or at the doctor...just complete kindness. We all realized how fragile we were, how tomorrow is never guaranteed, we were all one color, one nation...unified. You here hard pressed to find a house without a red, white and blue flag waving. I prayed this new found man-kindness would last...and it did...for a few weeks (a few months, tops). We're back to arguing about rights and lefts, war or peace. Either I'm right or you're right...no middle ground. I still see a few flags flying, not NEARLY as many...not even half as much. It's like we've forgotten.
I watch the 9/11 broadcast replay every year, constantly asked "why would you want to watch that?" I don't want to forget...I want to remember those people, those families, that day, what it felt like, the tragedy and the triumph. I feel like, if I forget, then, what did those people die for??????? That's why.
I watch the 9/11 broadcast replay every year, constantly asked "why would you want to watch that?" I don't want to forget...I want to remember those people, those families, that day, what it felt like, the tragedy and the triumph. I feel like, if I forget, then, what did those people die for??????? That's why.
Augustmom0003
New member
I was still in bed when my BIL called and told us to turn on the tv. What was going on??? Then the second plane hit. Then the Pentagon. Then the Towers fell. My oldest child was 13 months old...I don't know what I would've done had she been in school...probably would've taken her out. We went to my mom's house and just sat there, watching tv, in complete shock. We heard there was a missing plane...where was it going? How many ARE THERE???? I've never felt so completely helpless in my life (other than Ethan being diagnosed with CF, but that came 2 years after). We obviously realized we were under attack (that was apparent after the second plane hit). I imagined that maybe they had a plane for each city...I was just plain scared. I slept with the tv on...obsessively watching...waiting for the next attack. I remember, I couldn't watch scary movies for the longest time. All of the tv's stations, even cable, were commercial-free with 24/7 coverage...that was fine with me (but I desperately wanted a break to watch "Friends" or something to just make me laugh). I also remember looking in the plane-less sky. I wondered how many years it would be before another plane would fly...it wasn't NEARLY as long as I thought <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif" border="0"> The world was so different. WE were heartbroken, yet, united. That's what gives me the chills the most...that we were going through this horrific tragedy, yet I'd never seen such unity and humanity in my entire life. Everyone...EVERYONE...had such kindness. There was no road rage, no impatience during waits in line or at the doctor...just complete kindness. We all realized how fragile we were, how tomorrow is never guaranteed, we were all one color, one nation...unified. You here hard pressed to find a house without a red, white and blue flag waving. I prayed this new found man-kindness would last...and it did...for a few weeks (a few months, tops). We're back to arguing about rights and lefts, war or peace. Either I'm right or you're right...no middle ground. I still see a few flags flying, not NEARLY as many...not even half as much. It's like we've forgotten.
I watch the 9/11 broadcast replay every year, constantly asked "why would you want to watch that?" I don't want to forget...I want to remember those people, those families, that day, what it felt like, the tragedy and the triumph. I feel like, if I forget, then, what did those people die for??????? That's why.
I watch the 9/11 broadcast replay every year, constantly asked "why would you want to watch that?" I don't want to forget...I want to remember those people, those families, that day, what it felt like, the tragedy and the triumph. I feel like, if I forget, then, what did those people die for??????? That's why.