Friday, September 11, 2009
Shadows of 9/11 eight years later
Do you remember what you were doing eight years ago today? I remember clearly.
At that time I wrote everything long hand and then typed my work into the computer. I sat in my recliner with my pen and tablet. I had retired from teaching in July and was still pretty much house bound because of my health.
The phone rang. When I answered, my son Randy, usually so unflappable, yelled, with tears in his voice, "Do you have the TV on? Turn it on."
I grabbed my remote control and punched the power button. What met my eyes shocked me. The network replayed the plane plowing into the first tower before going back live to show the bellowing black smoke. Seconds later, the second plane hit the remaining tower. My son and I sat and watched and cried, physically miles apart but emotionally together. We shared our fears when we watched the damage caused to the Pentagon.
When the account of the plane crashing in Pennsylvania, due to the courage of passengers willing to give their lives to avoid the terrorists hitting another target, we both felt a deep sorrow and loss because of the people on that plane, but a sense of pride in them, too. Their bravery left a different kind of mark on history.
The memories of horror, terror, and outrage, a pain so severe that I could feel it physically pierce me left scars that will never disappear. I don't know how anyone could forget how vulnerable we were at that time, how easily terrorists could attacked us and destroy our sense of safety. They shows us that idea we were safe was an illusion.
I pray for those intimately effected by the events of eight years ago. I also hope and pray that we are never in that position again. I hope and pray ...
The ground where Flight 93 crashed has healed;the Pentagon's damage rebuilt; the remains of the Twin Towers, removed. However, the shadows still loom over our country and always will.
Let us never forget, and may we always remember the lesson learned.
(photo courtesy of Wikipedia)