It is only appropriate for me as a New Yorker to post about Remembering 9/11.
What a horrific unnecessary dramatic crazy day that was back in 2001.
I remember I was in 11th grade, about to go into my English class that I was in with my ex boyfriend and we were in the cafeteria and as we were getting up to go to the class, we saw it on the TVs in the cafe. Everyone was in shock, no one knew what to do or say. I remember my ex running out of the room to call his mother because I know his dad world in the vicinity of the World Trade Center.
I ran to call my mom from the pay phone because cell phones were not working because so many people were calling everyone everywhere. I had to find out if my dad was in the city, because he went down there a lot for business.
He wasn't thank god. And I didn't end up knowing anyone that was there or worked there or died in the crashes, I am happy for that. But I feel for the people who DID know people and I feel for the people who WERE those people. I couldn't even IMAGINE that. What do you do? Jump or don't jump? Fucking crazy. That is horrble that people even had to make that choice in their lives.
I found out years later that my dad was supposed to be at a training that day in the trade center at 9am. But he didn't end up going because (if i remember correctly) they cancelled it at the last minute.
I mean that was some serious angel looking over him/us.
I am thankful for all the people who helped out like they did. I wish I could have been there and helped or did something to contribute to those efforts.
My dad knew a fire fighter that died there, and a quote that always sticks with me
"Live while you're alive"
FDNY Chief Orio Palmer
United We Stand.
Where were you when this happened?