Lately there have been alot of people here in NYC commenting
about their remembrances of the events that took place on this
day ten years ago. Of course, I vividly recall that day, as well,
not so much for what took place, but for what came after. You
see, I slept through it all. Yep, I had an appointment later that
afternoon, so I’d planned to, and did, sleep in. I didn’t have
a clue as to what was going on, or had gone on, until a friend
from Indiana phoned to check on me. At first, I was puzzled;
why was she calling? And at this specific time of day? After
a few innocuous pleasantries, and then a brief pause, she
finally asked what I knew.
“Um, know about what?”
“Attacks? What attacks?”
“On the World Trade Center. The Towers have been destroyed.”
“No. What?! When? How can that…what?!?!”
I turned on the TV, to the one still-broadcasting station, and saw
again and again, that black cut-out of a plane hit the tower. And
then, all the rest. I know it sounds trite, but it did, it looked just
like some wild action movie.
So I went outside, walked a few blocks down to Flatbush Avenue
in my neighborhood, turned, and walked towards Manhattan. Oh,
it was such a glorious day! Not a cloud in the clear blue sky. The
street was empty, not a car in sight. Then, as I walked, I was met
by people going in the opposite direction. Hoards of people. I walked
all the way down to the foot of the Manhattan Bridge, where I saw
what can only be described as a sea of humanity walking across
and into Brooklyn. Just hoards. Some were barefoot and carrying
their shoes, others had towels or handkerchiefs on their heads,
most had looks of shock, confusion, and utter horror written on
their faces. I looked in the direction of the Towers, and there I
saw it, a long plume of thick black smoke. And no Towers. The
world had somehow gone insane. It was all so surreal. And it
sometimes still is.
I didn’t know anyone who was killed that day. Nor do I know
anyone who knew someone. Even so, the grief was palpable
in the days, weeks, and even months following. It was heart-
breaking, gut-wrenching, and at times, overwhelming. I just
And so, in honor of those who lost their lives on September 11
ten years ago, I re-post this heartfelt, tear-inducing commercial.
May God bless.