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Shelley Fordof Canada
I will never forget that Tuesday morning on September 11th as will, I'm sure many of you. When I turned my t.v. on that morning, I could not believe what was happening. It was just unbelievably insane.
We all have our own individual opinions and views in Canada and other countries on how to handle the situation involving terrosim. But make no mistake, no matter what those opinions are, we are here for you. We agree that something has to be done, because it is just horrible. We grieve with you and we cry with you. We lay our flower and light our candles. And we express our sorrow and anger for those who have lost loved ones in this tragedy.
I have family in the United States. I look up at the skies and I see a plane fly over head and I am scared. Even in my small northern town. I am scared for the future and I am scared for my children.
I was sleeping when the first plane hit the World Trade Center. I had been up late the night before studying. My mom came into the bedroom and said, "Debbie's on the phone, someone has crashed a passenger plane into the world trade center."
"Huh?" I turned on the t.v. and saw the the tower in smoke. Just then, the second plane hit. And while we digesting that a reporter, standing in the pentagon said it had been attacked. And then, the first tower collapsed. With people still inside. All of those people dead. It was unbelievable. Surreal.
This morning I woke up in panic. A plane flew so close to my house the walls shook. I thought, "Oh my God, we're being bombed! I have to get away." The sound faded and I realized everything was okay. I've never known this kind of fear. There is no way to be "normal" again, what is normal has changed. A new, fearful way of life has taken its place. Today I realized I'm grieving the loss of people I don't know, feeling empathy for those who lost loved ones and grieving the loss of a way of life. A good way of life.
Jan Thornton of Woodstock, IL
While words remain inadequate, I still strive for them not so much to comprehend what happened but what happened to me. The reality was strongest when I made a trip to my local library, usually a peaceful haven in my hectic world. But now many of the titles in the new books section seem already obsolete. How can one be absorbed by a book that has no basis in the reality we now face? I felt like I was looking back in time, a place that no longer exists, a time I can never return to.
I have read with great interest and respect everyones stories of their experiences that fateful Tuesday. Thank-you.
However, I saw no postings from Idaho so I thought I might share my experience with all of you. I had just started my 30 minute commute from my home in the farmland to my job as a Quality Engineer for a small construction company in the town of Idaho Falls. My commute is usually so peaceful in the early morning, driving thru the fields of hay & potatoes. I always listen to NPR, so I turned on my radio as usual. To my utter amazement, the commentator was describing the first attack on WTC #1. I felt as though I was directly experiencing a Tom Clancy novel. My heart was breaking & my head was reeling as I began to realize what the poor victims & their families were experiencing. What horror I thought, who could have done this? As the day wore on and the destruction increased, I wondered what I could do for all of these poor souls.
Little things keep creeping into my consciousness as a constant reminder of what happened. In many ways my life feels "normal" again -- I walk the dog, go to work, cook dinner, see friends. But there are a lot more sirens going by these days, and I'm much more attuned to them than I ever was before. And the sound of helicoptors overhead morning and night -- I think back to all the times airplanes have flown by in my life without my even paying attention, like the buzz of an air conditioner. I drive by the Pentagon on my way to work and from my vantage point, it looks completely normal....but traffic delays (due to streets around the Pentagon being blocked off) remind me otherwise. I look at the monuments along the Potomac and everything looks so crystallized and fragile. Like I could flick them and they'd crumble. They used to look much more solid to me. I stopped watching tv days ago -- couldn't take the abuse -- but still, the reminders creep in. It's not like I'm craving denial, just -- a small escape.
Rita of Concord, CA
I mourn and I am sadened by what has happened. One precious thing that I have learned from this tragic event is how dear life and freedom is and that we are not guaranteed another new moment of breath. I live my life now with more enthusiasm and vigor. I have learned to do the things that matter to me most in life and I let those people that I love know that they are precious to me.
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