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This Thursday will mark a 13 years since a plane struck and destroyed the twin towers in NYC and killed nearly 3,000 people. I'm sure all of the networks will be broadcasting many stories from that day.
Thirteen years ago. I know we all remember that day all too clearly. I know I do. I was still working at the University of New Mexico and also working on a 2nd bachelor's degree in Fine Arts. I was taking a small scale metals class (fancy word for making jewelry, really). I was at Johnson Gym on the treadmill, getting my morning 'walk' in and the TV screens kept showing this image in NYC of smoke coming out the one of the towers. I couldn't hear the sound on the TV, and started to wonder what this was all about since that is all they kept showing. I took my headphones off and heard events unfolding. I was in shock. I finished my work out and headed over to class-I think by that time I had watched enough to know that the outcome was going to be very grave. The rest of the students that showed up for class were also in shock. I think classes got cancelled. I think I went home early that day (did we get sent home from work? I don't remember that part, but we must have). And, I was riveted to the television for the rest of the day. I know I picked my son up from school. Shock. That's all I could feel. And then, watching the towers collapse. That just did not seem possible. And knowing that so many people just died right before my very eyes. A very hard thing to witness, let alone wrap your head around, so to speak.
I, like so many others, was in a daze for many days following that event.
I'd love to hear some of your stories and share your day from 10 years ago with the rest of us. I know you all will have fascinating stories to tell. Whether you live here in the United States, or somewhere else in the world. I know we were all affected by this catastrophic event. You can share your story with us by leaving a comment here.
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Saturday, September 06, 2014
Never Forget
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I was at home, getting prepared for an infrequent job interview with the TV on...it took a while to grasp that an airliner was so far off course when the second tower was hit. That hardly seemed coincidental...I was rattled to say the least almost waiting for the other shoe to drop which happened much too quickly - twice - within 90 minutes. It was a feeling of vulnerability that was hard to take (considering my vulnerable feelings when traversing parts of the world in a wheelchair). A very bad series of events in a terrible world in the rough world we inhabit...
"Dazed" is almost too tame a word to describe the shock and horror we experienced as a nation on that fateful day.
Mountain Shadows
9-11 brings chills back remembering it. I was teaching my 1st grade class with no knowledge of what had happened until lunch that day. And no opportunity to see the TV until after dismissal. It was hard for my brain to wrap around such an awful event.
It's been 13 years and it still shocks me to think about it. That day when the towers were being hit I was swimming in the high school pool oblivious to what was happening. After swimming I went to the grocery store and that's when I learned of what was happening. I immediately went home, told my husband and we
(like everyone else) watched our innocence disappear with this hateful horrible crime. The world has become a very dangerous place for everyone and I see no end to it. I am glad I have no Grandchildren.
powerful image
Very nice light and spectacular textures, very good one!
Great post and wonderful image ~ peace to you!
artmusedog and carol (A Creative Harbor)
Agree with Jim, very powerful.
Cool piece of art!
I do remember...
and now we have a big problem in Europe with a guy who I do NOT like at all - Putin. He's our neighbor and now we're afraid first time after many, many years.
Big is not big enough for him, to keep him busy to help poor Russian people to have better lives..no, he wants more! Argh!!!
Anyway. PEACE. I'm a hippie until I die....
i was eating a bowl of cheerios. watching good morning america, and watched it happen. i got sick, and then i took refuge across the street, at my 90-something's neighbor's house. she'd lived through so much, i thought she could reassure me that things would be okay. i found her stunned and needing me to do the same.
xoxox
very powerful image for the week.
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