Do You Remember?
It’s been years since the world stopped. It started on September 11, 2001, the day of infamy, as most know it. The day America was attacked, the day our hearts were hit hard. On these days we remember those who are lost, those who struggle with sorrow. Do you recall what you were doing that day, what your plans were? People who were at work stopped and pointed their attention to TVs and listened whole-heartedly to radios. People driving home listened in astonishment to the radio, wanting nothing more than to be home. Everyone wondering, “Is this truly happening?” People just home from work wanting to sleep found themselves sitting in front of the TV, staring as if this should have been a hoax. People going to town for appointments were late for them. When they saw the horror, they fell to their knees. Mothers scared for their children because of the way the world had become. They ask, “What has this world come to?” Men and women are going out to join their fellow heroes in the armed services, those heroes who protect and serve, so we can sleep at night and try not to worry about the horror we live in. Those same people going out to join the police department or the fire stations to help those in need. Women trying to make frantic phone calls to their husbands. Friends calling friends in awe, as if to say, “Please pinch me so that I will wake up from this nightmare.” Do you recall what you were doing?
On our day of infamy, I was supposed to go shopping. I was shocked when I was called into the room with my uncle. My uncle in disbelief says, “That plane just went into one of the trade center towers.” I thought to myself that it must be a movie he is watching. Then it hit me, the word “live” posted in the corner of the TV screen. My jaw felt as if it had hit the ground; look at that; another plane hit the other tower; a warm tear fell down my cheek. Could this be a coincidence? I doubt it; I sat on the edge of the bed staring at the TV. It was as if I was dreaming. I stood to see if I would fall from this nightmare, but had not. I cried as I saw people jumping out of the buildings to save themselves. My phone rings, and it is my boyfriend at the time, “Did you hear what happened?” “I saw it,” I replied. We sit in the living room now, all eyes now staring at the TV. Oh, my goodness! One hit the Pentagon. Another crashed in Pennsylvania. More and more tears fall, and all I can do is pray. Oh, all those people, why did they have to loose their lives? “Oh, Dear God, please be with them; please give them faith and strength.” I never once wanted to help people more than anything than I had that day. I never once wished to be dreaming a terrifying nightmare more than I did then.
Today on September 11, 2008, it is the anniversary of that horrific day. I sit, and it is the end of one of my college classes, and all I want to do is cry. My son is having to grow up in a world of horror were we still battle hatred. I worry about him and my husband. My husband had decided he wants to be a volunteer firefighter. I worry about their lives and what they see every day.
As I look back to 9-11, I still pray for those who struggle with loss. I pray for God to be with them. Most of all, I want to cry, shed thousands of tears for the heroes who lost their lives. They may have been a mother, father, brother, sister, aunt, uncle, police officer, firefighter, or even a complete stranger. I cry for each of them. I cry for those found and for those lost in the horrific rubble. I cry for all the heroes who shed blood to rescue those whom they didn’t know, but were willing to risk their own lives to help those in need. I guess on this anniversary you could say that I cry for all the heroes who are out there.
*** Posted by toffia hoots on 2008-09-13 ***
That day in September.
It changed us,
When we turned on the TV,
and sat down to watch the news.
Years have passed, though not a lot.
Our people fight in distant lands,
But many here have forgot.
And keep to heart,
The attack a war did start.
That day in September,
And keep a place for those heroes at heart.
*** Posted by Michael Saumure on 2008-09-12 ***