“Where were you when it happened?” I think every generation has had a question like this. With my father and mother, it was the Kennedy Assassination. For my generation, it was 9/11/2001.
Twenty One back then and still in college, I remember where exactly I was and how I learned of what happened.
I had gone to School early so that I could get sleep for my 10 am class. Finding a couch in the hall, I lay down with my head on my backpack, setting my alarm to 9:45. I wouldn’t have much time to sleep that day….
At 9:38 am I woke to a cacophony of voices. There was a television was in the hallway-something that was unusual as you don’t find many televisions in the hallways of a University.
Rubbing away the sleep from my eyes, I groggily staggered down the hall following the sounds.
At the time I didn’t realize that I would be witnessing history.
Surrounding the television were 15-20 other students looking at a news broadcast of a building in New York. What was it? I looked familiar…but I never paid attention really, just knew that in postcards of New York, it was one of the tallest buildings in the skyline.
And it was on fire.
“What’s going on??” I asked the closest person next to me.
“A plane hit the World Trade Center.”
And the most infamous day of my generation began.
Until now, and probably until the end, I will never forget the events that played out that day. I ask you to take a moment of silence for those that passed on and to appreciate life and all its intricacies.
As someone once said, “Tomorrow’s never promised today.”
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