Can you believe that Tuesday will mark the 11th anniversary of September 11th? It seems like it passed in the blink of an eye, yet it still feels like it happened yesterday. We all have stories of where we were when it happened. Here is mine.
My phone rang about 7:30 in the morning. I was sleeping so I didn't answer it in time. I checked the caller ID and saw that it was my friend and co-worker Tim. I quickly called him back. He would never call that early in the morning unless it was important. He said, a plane just flew into the World Trade Center. I thought he was joking. Why would a plane fly into the World Trade Center? He told me to turn on the news. I was glued to CNN for the next several months.
Tim and I were still on the phone together when the first tower came down. That's when I lost it. It was so unreal.
There are certain images that seem to be burned into my soul. The people jumping from the towers. The towers imploding. The wall of debris chasing people down the street.
Here is the thing I remember more than anything else. The media was so intrusive. They followed this one man as he ran from the towers and tried to get back home to his family. I found myself screaming at the TV to leave him alone.
Here is something else I remember. The nation came together to mourn. The nation came together to help each other get through this tremendous loss. I think that is the most important lesson to be learned from this horror. When we come together as a nation we are a force to be reckoned with. I wish that it didn't take a tremendous tragedy to motivate us to do this.
Where were you 11 years ago?