The Scar; Six Years and Still Visible
We’ll never be the same again. For those of us from the NYC or DC areas, we will forever have that flinch that comes from someone struck when they weren’t watching. I still remember that fateful day. I was living in DC at the time and was already in my office when I received a call that one of the Twin Towers were struck by a small plane. As I was watching the news report on our conference room television, I witnessed the second plane hitting the towers. My hairs still stand on end thinking about it. I ran back to my desk and grabbed my bag. I called my friends in my building and we agreed to meet outside. It was then that the third plane hit the Pentagon. Terrified, I exited the building with my friends and rather than taking the Metro, we were directed to walk out of the city. We walked for miles – bewildered, shattered, confused. The rest of the story is similar to that of so many other folks that day. We struggled to connect with our loved ones – most of mine in NYC - and for the first time in our history, we experienced an attack on our soil. Even those who saw the tragedy on television will never know the first-hand shock and horror those in the NYC and DC area suffered that day. I don’t think six years has done anything to minimize that pain – don’t think six years more will. With every horror story comes a positive spin. That day America knew unity and solidarity. We sincerely cared for our fellow man and joined together as Americans to survive – physically and emotionally. Today, as we cross the six-year mark of that tragic attack on our nation, I hope we can all conjure-up that feeling of unity. You see, whether you’re White, Black, Latino, etc., it doesn’t really matter; you’re living in America; sharing the American dream and therefore privy to the American nightmare that was September 11. We are a living testament to the triumph of a proud spirit. We are the scarred Americans who will forever remember that day. Hopefully we all realize how precious our country is and how strongly those who don’t understand our blessings feel about us.
What was your first thought when you realized what was really happening that dreadful 9/11?
Keep passin’ the open windows…