I remember….

// September 11th, 2009 // No Comments » // Blog

I remember waking up that morning. My wife, Carrie, had already left for work. I was self-employed at the time and made my own hours.

I remember making coffee and half-awake, half-dressed, stumbling into my home office to sit at my desk to work.

I remember the phone call I got from Carrie telling me to turn on the news. Any news.

I remember the feeling of sadness and the pain I felt for all of those in the first tower. The men and women who were hurt or killed in this unfortunate “accident”.

I remember the shock of the plane striking the second tower. The stunned silence from me sitting in my chair watching it, and from the reporters trying, and failing, to tell the story.

I remember the collective realization of an entire country figuring out that this was no accident. We were being attacked.

I remember the horror of watching bodies fling themselves from windows multiple stories in the air rather than stay inside with the flames one more second.

I remember watching 2 gigantic steel structures crumble to the ground like they were made of paper.

I remember crying.

I remember that we were attempting to have our first child and turn us into a family.

I remember rethinking that decision. Did I really want to bring a child into a world where I was unsure of the future? A few moments on the news had me reconsidering my entire life.

I remember brave men and women risking, and too many times losing their lives, trying to help those who needed help.

I remember feeling helpless to assist them. I wanted to get in the car and drive to NYC to do whatever I could.

I remember the faces on TV just trying in vain to calm people as much as they possibly could.

I remember a third crash into the pentagon.

I remember being angry.

I remember a group of average people taking down an airplane and sacrificing their own lives to thwart a fourth attack.

I remember being proud of them.

I remember the hours, days, weeks after. Assessing damage. Sifting through rubble. Identifying bodies.

I remember the thought of friends and family that were enlisted in the military. Mixed emotions of worry for their future safety, and also wanting them to find the bastards that did this to exact our revenge.

I remember co-workers of Indian and Pakistani descent being afraid to come into work, or even leave their houses for days, just because their appearance somewhat matched that of those we blamed for all of this.

But the main thing…….

I remember.

I remember….

// September 11th, 2009 // Comments Off // Blog, Cross Posting, LiveJournal

I remember waking up that morning. My wife, Carrie, had already left for work. I was self-employed at the time and made my own hours.

I remember making coffee and half-awake, half-dressed, stumbling into my home office to sit at my desk to work.

I remember the phone call I got from Carrie telling me to turn on the news. Any news.

I remember the feeling of sadness and the pain I felt for all of those in the first tower. The men and women who were hurt or killed in this unfortunate "accident".

I remember the shock of the plane striking the second tower. The stunned silence from me sitting in my chair watching it, and from the reporters trying, and failing, to tell the story.

I remember the collective realization of an entire country figuring out that this was no accident. We were being attacked.

I remember the horror of watching bodies fling themselves from windows multiple stories in the air rather than stay inside with the flames one more second.

I remember watching 2 gigantic steel structures crumble to the ground like they were made of paper.

I remember crying.

I remember that we were attempting to have our first child and turn us into a family.

I remember rethinking that decision. Did I really want to bring a child into a world where I was unsure of the future? A few moments on the news had me reconsidering my entire life.

I remember brave men and women risking, and too many times losing their lives, trying to help those who needed help.

I remember feeling helpless to assist them. I wanted to get in the car and drive to NYC to do whatever I could.

I remember the faces on TV just trying in vain to calm people as much as they possibly could.

I remember a third crash into the pentagon.

I remember being angry.

I remember a group of average people taking down an airplane and sacrificing their own lives to thwart a fourth attack.

I remember being proud of them.

I remember the hours, days, weeks after. Assessing damage. Sifting through rubble. Identifying bodies.

I remember the thought of friends and family that were enlisted in the military. Mixed emotions of worry for their future safety, and also wanting them to find the bastards that did this to exact our revenge.

I remember co-workers of Indian and Pakistani descent being afraid to come into work, or even leave their houses for days, just because their appearance somewhat matched that of those we blamed for all of this.

But the main thing.......


I remember.