It's been a while since I've posted an entry on my general blog. Tomorrow marks 11 years since that fateful, tragic day... I've been thinking a lot and praying. I've decided to repost the entry from last year. My heart still breaks every time I think about that day and how it has changed our world; from Tuesday, September 11, 2001 to Tuesday, September 11, 2012.
September 11th changed my world, just like it did for so many others. I had already been questioning my faith and searching for answers to questions I didn't even know I had. I'm still searching for answers and I think I will be for a long time. I continue to pray and live by my philosophy "Everything happens for a reason. Just believe." I do believe.
September 11, 2011
Everyone has been sharing their stories about 9/11, including the TV newscasters. I thought I would share my own story.
Tuesday, September 11, 2001 started off like any other Tuesday of my senior year at Western Maryland College. Lazily I got up, got my shower, and went back to my room to get ready for my 10:20 class. Still wearing my white bathrobe with the green frogs all over it, and hair still wet (wrapped up in my towel), I sat down at my computer to say good morning to my boyfriend, Jeff, a student at James Madison University. I signed on and typed a good morning message. The reply I got was startling, to say the least. "Turn on the TV." I didn't understand. I asked, "What channel?" and he replied, "Doesn't matter. Just turn it on."I'll never forget that moment, or that day. I don't remember what else I said to Jeff that day, but I do remember that I stayed in my bathrobe for hours, my hair drying all matted up because I didn't do anything to it while it was still wet. And it didn't even matter. I just sat on my bed and watched in disbelief as the towers burned and news of the crash at the Pentagon came on the screen. I cried when the towers came down.
I tried for several hours before finally getting through to my parents. They worked in the same office, just the two of them, so I was able to talk to them both. I can't remember much of what was said during that conversation but I know I told my dad I was scared and I know I was crying, still in my bathrobe with my messy hair, still unable to peel myself away from the TV. My dad paused at one point, and with a soft but serious voice he told me that even though I wasn't raised in a very religious household, it would be a good idea to pray. That was the moment it hit me how real this all was, and how very, very bad. When we finally got off the phone, I just laid on my bed crying, still watching TV.
I don't know what time it was when I finally got dressed or even what clothes I put on. Classes, of course, had been canceled. But I heard my housemates moving around, so I got myself semi-presentable and opened my door. My housemates were crying. It was sad and scary. I found out that everyone had gotten in touch with their immediate families, and everyone was okay. One of my housemates lived in Westminster and his mom wanted him to come home. He refused and told her we were safe on campus. Another housemate's mom worked at the Pentagon. She stayed home sick and was therefore not harmed in the crash. Another housemate grew up near NYC and knew a lot of people in and around NYC.
I'm not sure whose idea it was, maybe Lisa's, but someone suggested we turn off all of the news coverage for a little while and make dinner (late lunch) together. So we did. We made spaghetti. We talked. We laughed. We bonded on that darkest of days, and not for the rest of the school year were we as close as we were that day, eating our spaghetti and laughing.
WMC held a candlelight vigil for the victims of that fateful morning. Most of my housemates went together. We stood and listened to the prayers and poems and stories. We cried. But this crazy thing happened... Life went on. We kept going. We resumed class on Thursday and things started to go back to normal. Only, they would never truly be normal ever again.
I mourned for all of the people who lost their lives on September 11th. I mourned for the families who would never see their loved one again and the children who would grow up not knowing one of their parents. I mourned for the rescue workers who lost their lives trying to save others (true heroes). I mourned for the loss of the twin towers - NYC is my favorite city and the skyline was forever changed. I mourned for America's loss of innocence.
September 11, 2001 - a day we will never forget.
Thought of the day: “I know what it’s like to receive that call out of the blue that the dearest thing in your life is gone," Vice President Joseph Biden told a crowd that gathered at the Pentagon Sunday [9/11/11] to remember those who died when Flight 77 crashed into the headquarters of the U.S. military in Washington, D.C. Biden was referring to the heartbreaking call he got when his wife and infant daughter were killed in a car crash decades ago. “No memorial, no ceremony, no words will ever fill the void left in your hearts by their loss,” Biden said. “My prayer for you is that 10 years later, when you think of them,” he said, “that it brings a smile to your lips before it brings a tear to your eye.”