Where were you 5 years ago today?
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September 11th, 2006 at 9:01 pm
Montevallo, Alabama. I was in college at the time and my mom called right after the first plane hit and told me to turn on the television. I watched the second plane hit live on the news. Just after the second plane hit, I grabbed a toolbox nearby and sat on it for four hours, three feet from my television. Finally, I moved to the couch, but I was still glued. I could barely move as the images of that day flashed across the screen. I prayed. And I prayed.
Lest we forget.
September 12th, 2006 at 11:59 am
I was at work. The boss had a very small TV in is office and he soon brought out to cubicle city where we all sat so we could watch the events of the day unfold. I went home at lunch time and just watched in disbelief and horror. I, too, prayed.
It is something I don’t want to remember, yet I don’t want to forget.
September 12th, 2006 at 12:38 pm
I was on my way to take my daughter to school when my dad, who was visiting from out of town, called to tell me about the first plane. I rushed home to see the second one hit live. We sat all day watching the crumble of a landmark and a disbelief of a nation. I remember praying for school to get out to have my daughter with me and all my dad was concerned about was that he wasn’t going to be able to fly home the next day. It actually took him 4 more days before he could leave.
I remember the image you did Dolan, it has been engraved in my mind. So true, never forget because we don’t learn if we do forget.
September 12th, 2006 at 3:29 pm
I was getting ready for work, listening to sports radio when one of the hosts of the show said,”We have a report of an explosion at the WTC.” I went over to the TV,and turned it on to see the second plane hit the tower. I went off to work, listening to the radio, gathering as much info as I could.
As I started to understand what was going on,there was a sense of eeriness that overwhelmed me. I was hoping Jesus was standing on the cloud saying”Children, come home!”
When I left work at five, I went by the mall to pick up my reserved,limited edition copy of “Love and Theft” the new Bob Dylan CD. The mall was closed and my hopes of escaping into the world of Dylan’s new songs were dashed.
To this day, whenever I listen to that CD, I think about 9-11.
My prayers are with the victims, their families and the ones who acted against them. For only the love of Jesus, can change hearts so full of hate.
September 13th, 2006 at 3:48 pm
I was a Graduate Assistant in the Baylor Collection of Political Materials at Baylor University in Waco, Texas. Our director had one of the library T.V.’s in his office. He was an archivist by trade, so he was videotaping the events. I watched for a few minutes, transfixed by the fire in the North Tower. I remember thinking, “Wow, that’s a lot of fire for a private plane. Maybe it was a Leer Jet.” The thought of a commercial airliner striking the tower was unbelievable. I was watching as the second plane hit. I remember looking at the slow motion replay, and questioning my perception of what I saw. I think I watched solidly from about 8:45 to a few minutes after 10:00, with a few breaks away from the T.V. I was watching intently at the time the first tower fell. I couldn’t fathom what was happening. The project director of the collection I worked with was tracking developments on cnn.com. I can remember her shouting out the reports about the Pentagon and United 93. I remember calling my wife on my cell phone, and how I was completely stunned. I went to class at 11:00, and Baylor’s response to the attacks was to go about business as usual. I left campus around 5:00, and travelled the 30 miles south to our home in a daze. Already I could see cars with American Flags flying, and gas lines were forming as well. (Not the same type of gas lines I saw in my Katrina experience, but shocking at that time.) My wife and I hugged each other, and sat speechless on the couch as we tried to process the enormity of what happened. I remember every channel being focused on news of the event. No MTV. No Cartoon Network. No ESPN. No escape. We watched congressmen singing, and the President speaking, and we cried.
I will never forget. I am afraid many of our fellow Americans seem to have already forgotten. In the words of our President, “None of us will ever forget this day, yet we go forward to defend freedom, and all that is good and just in our world.” I wish that those Senators and Congressmen could work together now as well as they sang together on that day. God Bless America.
September 14th, 2006 at 4:15 pm
I was at my cousin’s house practicing for an upcoming karaoke contest. I thought it was an accident until the seond plane hit. Words can’t describe the feelings…… I was a jumble of emotions yet could define none.
I have written about it in my blogs, and I will never forget, because just thinking of it brings that river of emotion surging back.
We are currently in Panama City Beach, Florida on vacation. Several people in the condo complex got together, flew an American flag on the beach, sang patriotic songs and prayed for America. It was beautiful and touching to see and I was honored to be able to participate.
God bless America, now and forever.