Monday, September 11, 2006

Morning Edition - 9/11/06


Five Years Ago Today
While sitting at work five years ago, I came across a breaking story on the Associated Press wire that said a plane had hit one of the World Trade Center Towers. I immediately tuned in to CNN and was watching in disbelief as another plane hit the other tower. Shortly thereafter, a plane plowed into the Pentagon. My employer ushered us out of the building and a few colleagues and I made our way, stunned, out of the city on foot. That day is permanently engraved in my memory, as I’m sure it is for those who shared that day with me. On that day 2,819 people died as a result of the attacks. Of those who died only 289 bodies were found intact. Today, like the majority of the dead, our collective memories are fragmented and forever changed. We will never be the people we were on September 10, 2001. Time flies and we are now five years away from that fateful event, but we should never forget those who died or how the strongest nation in the world was shaken into unity.
*As an aside, Mariah Carey released Glitter on September 11, 2001.

On Blast
What is your most vivid memory of 9/11?

Keep passin’ the open windows…

12 comments:

Anonymous said...

My most vidid memory was thinking that I had to get to my son. If we were all going to die (which at that time I thought we were), I had to die with him in my arms.

Anonymous said...

My most vivid memory from 9/11 was my travel home. It took me 7 hours to get from DC to Reston and it's only a twenty minute ride....Need I say more?

Tammy, Donya, Hector and I all piled into Donya's GrandAm(LMAO) and attempted to travel over to NE. We should have known it was going to be an adventure when we had to jump start the car in order to get it out of the parking garage...The car stopped three time, in traffic before we decided to abandon it on the side of the road. We then walked over to Tammy's baby daddy's MAma's house. From there, a friend of Tammy's drove us to MD, only after having an accident on the way to Hector's apt.

I'll leave some details to others....I was the last to get to my home after dropping everyone else off.....

Tammy, Hector, Donya.....Chime in, PLEASE....

Blue

Hotomali said...

The one thing I will never forget about that day was how beautiful it was. the sky was blue and the sun was out. A few hours later as my family and I began to walk to my sisters apt in Midtown to regroup,we were all standing on the corner of 42nd and 6th and folks were flighting to get on a passing bus. It was at that point (we)my cousins and I lost it. We were on that corner hugging and crying but thankful we were all together.

Cocoa Rican said...

It was a horrifying experience from jump street. I had just signed-on to my PC and began reading the critics as they trashed my girl Mariah’s new CD, Glitter. I vowed to run to the Borders Bookstore on the corner to purchase my copy during lunch – I’d show those a-holes! Next thing I know, an AP wire story popped across my screen showing the first tower of the World Trade Center with a gaping hole in it. I tuned-in to CNN and witnessed the second plane slamming in to the next tower. I was on the horn with my family and friends in NYC when the news came that the Pentagon had just been hit. Tam, who worked on the other side of the wall was finally in the office (the b*tch was usually late, but was on time this day) and Donya who worked on the 5th floor was busy when we had a quick conference call and decided to bail-out of the city, while we still could. When I hung-up with the girls, I dialed Robert’s extension and prayed his social-butterfly azz had remained planted to his desk this day. When he answered I told him we were all going to head out. We figured we’d go to my place where we’d get my car and I could drive everyone else home. When Robert, Tamara, Donya and I hit the streets of downtown NW DC, we realized it was pandemonium. Folks were being diverted away from the train and we found ourselves walking out of the city. We were stunned, frantic and giddy – yeah, I said giddy. I remember thinking – even then – that I would remember this day for the rest of my life. We walked for miles and as was recounted earlier, we watched an update on the news at Tam’s family’s house. Our trek was like traveling the Underground Railroad as friends of Tam and Donya helped us along the way as we made our way out of the city. When we thought we were finally going to have a ride the last couple of miles of the way, we boarded a small car belonging to Donya’s friend and were involved in an accident shortly thereafter. When Robert and I finally got to my apartment, I put on a pot of coffee and thought about the disaster the day had been. The news began showing the horrific chain of events that started that morning. Donya, Tam, Robert and I will forever remember that walk, that drive, that day….the day we had our escape from DC story… the day when we had the safety net removed.

The next morning I ran to the store to buy a copy of Glitter. I wanted the movie and the DVD. When I asked the store clerk about whether there were any copies left, he chuckled and pointed to the full rack of MiMi that had gone untouched.
Yeah… September 11th was indeed a tragedy….

Anonymous said...

My most vivid memory was looking out of my office window and seeing hundreds of people walking pass the Capitol window trying their best to get out of DC and me wondering how inna'hell am I going to get out to PG to get my children and to my momma. Cell phones weren't working and I couldn't get in touch with a loved one then lonliness set in.

Redhotmamagirl

Winnie said...

My most vivid memory was trying to get to my husband. We had only been married 2 months and he worked in VA and I worked in downtown DC. I tried to get on the Metro but he called and told me that they were shutting it down. I waited outside the MLK library for 2 hours for him and he never came. People were walking everywhere and to see grown people running down the street in a panic was devastating. I finally got in touch with him and walked nine blocks to meet him. We held each other for a long while. Then I realized that my mom worked not far from where we were so we found her and headed home. On the way home, I see my buddies, Tam, Hector and Donya walking and because my car was full, I felt so bad for having to leave them on the side of the road. Good thing everyone made it home safely. Love you, Guys!!

caspar608 said...

I was actually on the subway headed to the office when the first plane hit. We were held for about five minutes when someone got on @137th Street and said a plane hit one of the towers. I was on medication at the time, and the only thing my mind could process at when the plane statement was made was "Poor John Travolta probably landed one of his little planes on the roof". Celexa is a hell of a drug : )
When I came out of the train at 50th Street it was like Night of the Living Dead. People were running through the streets screaming. I looked down Broadway and I could see smoke billowing out of the WTC. I arrived at my desk @8:59. One of my co-workers took me to the Boardroom at the top of the building and everyone was huddled around the monitor when one of the guys screamed, holy shit there's another one! Bam, I turned and saw the second plane hit the tower. I was in complete shock. I couldn't feel fear, or anxiety becasue of the medication. I couldn't even feel sorrow. Everyone else was going crazy, I was dead calm. I knew right then and there that I could overcome the loss of my son, still grieve, but go one with my life without numbing out the pain. I stopped taking the medication and cried for four days straight. I returned to work the September 13 and worked 18 - 20 hours a day helping in the data command center. We cried, we shared stories....most of all, we grieved over our loss of security in this great nation. September 11 was the day I decided to feel life again through the death of so many.

And by the way, the Pentagon wasn't hit by any commercial airliner. It was hit by a small military aircraft or a bomb. We are being lied to. And the towers were filled with bombs too.

May the souls of the departed, through the Mercy of God, rest in peace.
Amen.

caspar608 said...

I was actually on the subway headed to the office when the first plane hit. We were held for about five minutes when someone got on @137th Street and said a plane hit one of the towers. I was on medication at the time, and the only thing my mind could process at when the plane statement was made was "Poor John Travolta probably landed one of his little planes on the roof". Celexa is a hell of a drug : )
When I came out of the train at 50th Street it was like Night of the Living Dead. People were running through the streets screaming. I looked down Broadway and I could see smoke billowing out of the WTC. I arrived at my desk @8:59. One of my co-workers took me to the Boardroom at the top of the building and everyone was huddled around the monitor when one of the guys screamed, holy shit there's another one! Bam, I turned and saw the second plane hit the tower. I was in complete shock. I couldn't feel fear, or anxiety becasue of the medication. I couldn't even feel sorrow. Everyone else was going crazy, I was dead calm. I knew right then and there that I could overcome the loss of my son, still grieve, but go one with my life without numbing out the pain. I stopped taking the medication and cried for four days straight. I returned to work the September 13 and worked 18 - 20 hours a day helping in the data command center. We cried, we shared stories....most of all, we grieved over our loss of security in this great nation. September 11 was the day I decided to feel life again through the death of so many.

And by the way, the Pentagon wasn't hit by any commercial airliner. It was hit by a small military aircraft or a bomb. We are being lied to. And the towers were filled with bombs too.

May the souls of the departed, through the Mercy of God, rest in peace.
Amen.

Cocoa Rican said...

You know what?!?!? That was part of the memory that I had muddled or hazed... you did leave me on the side of the road, didn't you Winnie!! Ain't that a blip! So as you see folks, it was disaster all around... LOL

Anyone else have any 9/11 confessions for me I may have glossed over...

Cocoa Rican said...

Cas.. honey... they have footage of the jet liner that plowed through the Pentagon... there's no record of any bombs at the WTC.... you sure you came off those meds baby? Um...okay... well, we're going to have a moment of silence for your newly created tragedy in your head... and when we come back, we'll let Tupca and Elvis report on 9/11 memorial services being held at Graceland and in Brooklyn.... okie-dokie then...

:::: looking at Qualinda, the heavy-set guard and nodding...::::: "Get ready girl..."

ford2000 said...

My most vidid memory of that day was all the unity that came about. Color didn't matter just the safety of everyone. It was very heart breaking to see so much fear and so many tears. We all must remember that tomorrow isn't promised. Live everyday like it is your last.

Tammy said...

what hector and blue said. it was a comedy of errors for me hector robert and my sista donya. i think all of the mishaps helped us not focus on the actual horror of what was really happening. it wasnt until i was safe at home that the reality of what happened hit me. I cried and cried. Winnie...no you didnt leave us stranded on the side of the road?! so what we looked like the four stooges, that was still no reason to duck your head and act like you didnt no us! LOL!!!