September 11, 2001
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Where were you?
Today we witnessed one of those events that forever after you’ll remember where you were and what you were doing when you heard about it. I had gotten to the office early because I was going to have a doctor’s appointment later in the day and wanted to make sure I got everything handled that needed to be handled. I’d been there about an hour when the wife of one of the managers called because she couldn’t reach her husband on his cell phone. She asked if we had a TV in the office. She said to turn it on . . . it didn’t matter what channel. She said that an airplane had just crashed into the World Trade Center. Then she said as she watched the news report a second airplane crashed into the second tower. I quickly got the TV out that we use to show training videos and turned it on. We got a picture, but no sound so we were listening to the radio for our audio and watching the TV for the pictures.
What we saw and heard was absolutely astounding!! We were being attacked by terrorists. My mind reels with the thought. How can there be that much hate in the world? How can one group of people cause that much suffering for another group of people? People they’ve never even met, yet somehow they still hold them responsible for their problems.
Lord, help us all to know the right things to do and the courage to do them.
Comments (4)
I was in the garden when you called to tell us to turn on the TV. I’m still reeling from the news of this horror.
Amen!
…I was online and received a news alert from “NYT.” Immediately went to TV and CNN. Your reference to the Serenity Prayer couldn’t have been more appropriate…
…L.K.
Yesturday and today are like a nightmare to me. It is one of the rare times in my life when I cannot express myself and humot has deserted me.
I was listening to Canadian radio when I heard that a plane had accidently hit the World Trade Centre. Immediately I switched to CNN, just in time to see the second tower struck. I sat in a stupor not believing what I was seeing.
About an hour later I got a call from my husband who is away for his sister’s funeral. He had gone to Lester B. Pierson airport to pick up relatives but could not get near the airport. All he could see was US planes coming in. Having hearing problems, the only word he could pick up clearly when he asked bystanders what was happening was “war”. He called home to see if I knew what was happening. I was still so stunned that when he asked me if we were at war, I said “Perhaps”.
No author or film maker has ever been able to create a fictitious production that could equal this horror.