So far, seventy-three of you have shared the story of where you were on September 11, 2001. I have read every word from the comments section of that post. There was an incredible range of perspectives represented in those comments. A fifth grade student thought a plane would fly into her house and kill her family. A pregnant mama dreamed for weeks that 9/11 would be the day her baby girl would be born. There was the wife of a United Airlines worker, the wife of a police officer for the LAPD and the wife of a soldier. One reader was even at the trade center just an hour before the first plane hit.
Then there were stories like this one, simply stating the facts of her life at that time that could have been true for any of us: "I ruined my car. We were having a baby. Something horrible was happening in our Country. I got stung by a bee." I encourage you to check out her entire post on Brambleberry Grace, as it is worth the read.
We were doing the regular, normal life stuff: nursing babies, putting on makeup, watching Barney, teaching a class, enjoying a family vacation...when one tragic event interrupted each life and brought us all to a collective halt.
Thank you for remembering and sharing your story with us. Each one is individually vital to the greater story of our country as a whole, even Anonymous who doesn't care and thinks we should leave it alone. I know you have a story. And it is important, too.
Monday, September 15, 2008
the power of your stories
Todays topic:
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11 comments:
thank you, friend, for the opportunity to share. we do each have a story, as unique as each of us are, that make up our part of this world.
Emily, I missed this, as I have been so busy but I am going to go back and read them. 9/11 has effected us greatly with my Honey being Military and we need to remember daily not just yearly. Thank you for doing this!!!
I missed posting too. I was 6 weeks pregnant and my husband was in the air on his way out of town that morning. I did not know he was safe till nearly noon. It was torture watching it all unfold and not knowing. I know I will never forget.
It was interesting reading everyone's experiences of that day. I posted on my blog about how the life of the military family changed that day if you're interested in reading it.
I agree, it's so important to remember. I'm always embarrassed at how quickly I let normal life sneak back in...and put the thoughts and feelings of that day out of my mind.
Add me to the list of, "I missed it" - I was leaving for the hospital to give birth to my third child on this day. You can read a full account on my blog:
http://yoderfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-9-11-miracle.html
Thanks Emily for allowing your readers to share their stories! It's neat to read where everyone was, and how this tragedy impacted so many Americans. Actually, it imacted ALL Americans now that I write that...who of us hasn't been impacted by everything from all the security at airports, to stories of those fighting for our freedom in Iran/Irag? I'm proud to be an American, and proud to fly our flag, never forgetting...
Hello Emily...
I know you are not missing MY STORY...I couldn't bring myself to write on that day, I can only say that it was a REALLY hard time for me, being from NJ, having family up there and so worried for their safety, and then when the plane struck the Pentagon, and us being close to THAT, and all the "government" related people I am sooo close to, including my husband working at a facility that is run by them, I was BEYOND rational that day...And as so many others, on September 11, 2001 life was NO LONGER what it was before! I learned that my son, in his early 20's at that time, was a man. One that actually WATCHED the news every morning, and THAT morning, was "scared" for the first time in his life. Scared that his life was going to end, and as the towers collapsed, so did I...onto the floor, screaming. Crying. Moaning the same words that the ENTIRE WORLD was saying. "NO! NO! OH GOD, NOOOOoooo!" Even after all these years, the tears roll for that moment in time. For the tragedy of loved ones now lost forever. For the tragedy of a Free World now forever gone.
It was a very long day! Wrought with tears, fear, heartbreak, and such sadness. I never look at things the same way, and I still worry for my family in NJ, VA, TX, MD, among other friends scattered far and wide!
Sorry I could NOT share that on THAT day! I couldn't see the screen...pretty much like now!
Thanks for Remembering!
I did a post on my blog about that day.. It was a long long day in the life of this Navy family..
That night when I was stuck away from my family. I cried, I cried like a baby, all I can see images of thousand of people losing their lives.
We as humans often forget event's that happens in ourlife. We have family to take care of, work to be done houses that needs to be cleaned but when I pass by the Trade Center every so often all the emotion comes rushing back to me. We might be distracted by everyday things but that is something that will never leave us....
I directed everyone on my blog over to yours on this day. I knew you would do something wonderful with their stories---and you did. Even poor, lonely, disgruntled anonymous.
Thank you.
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