September 11.
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Finding love during this tragedy.
'It wasn't just a dream': Meet the Marsons, the couple who met in Gander during 9/11 | CBC News
'It wasn't just a dream': Meet the Marsons, the couple who met in Gander during 9/11 | CBC News
Our youngest son, living at home, knocked on the bedroom door to tell us. By the time we got downstairs to look at the news, the second strike had happened.
We drove to work with the radio on and heard about the towers coming down.
Nobody at the office worked. We just all sat around the radio in shock.
I had an assignment that day just a block away. It was one of the town's biggest office buildings, a whole twelve stories high, big whoop. Still, with those horrific images swirling in my mind, I didn't want to go in there and up the elevator. Not at all.
The assignment that day was with one of the town's biggest jerk lawyers. But not that day. Everyone was muted. We got through it, but no one's heart was in it.
The next day, the flags started appearing all over. "United We Stand" bumper stickers followed. For a while, we were of like minds to gather around, defend, and promote the nation of so much promise.
The day after 9/11, I had an assignment in Denver and drove down there. There was traffic, but not like usual. And the striking, eerie thing: No planes in the sky except that now and then, a couple of fighter jets roared overhead. Surreal.
Two weeks later, with the nation still gripped in shock, paranoia, but banded together, I flew to Seattle for an assignment. To say that security was tight is an understatement. Remember, the anthrax attacks occurred about a week after the plane strikes. That week, I was in high floor of the then-WaMu building, looking out over the bay. The mind couldn't help but imagine how it would feel to have a plane flying over the water and directly at you. It was a terrible if inadequate feeling of empathy.
Now I see people bemoaning the lack of unity that we now have, and it's often the same people who spread disunity in their posts otherwise. I believe we've learned our lessons in the way that humans usually learn such profound lessons - not well, and taking much more time than it should.
We drove to work with the radio on and heard about the towers coming down.
Nobody at the office worked. We just all sat around the radio in shock.
I had an assignment that day just a block away. It was one of the town's biggest office buildings, a whole twelve stories high, big whoop. Still, with those horrific images swirling in my mind, I didn't want to go in there and up the elevator. Not at all.
The assignment that day was with one of the town's biggest jerk lawyers. But not that day. Everyone was muted. We got through it, but no one's heart was in it.
The next day, the flags started appearing all over. "United We Stand" bumper stickers followed. For a while, we were of like minds to gather around, defend, and promote the nation of so much promise.
The day after 9/11, I had an assignment in Denver and drove down there. There was traffic, but not like usual. And the striking, eerie thing: No planes in the sky except that now and then, a couple of fighter jets roared overhead. Surreal.
Two weeks later, with the nation still gripped in shock, paranoia, but banded together, I flew to Seattle for an assignment. To say that security was tight is an understatement. Remember, the anthrax attacks occurred about a week after the plane strikes. That week, I was in high floor of the then-WaMu building, looking out over the bay. The mind couldn't help but imagine how it would feel to have a plane flying over the water and directly at you. It was a terrible if inadequate feeling of empathy.
Now I see people bemoaning the lack of unity that we now have, and it's often the same people who spread disunity in their posts otherwise. I believe we've learned our lessons in the way that humans usually learn such profound lessons - not well, and taking much more time than it should.
A horrible tragedy, but something funny I realized about two days ago was that next-to-no-one mentioned that it was the 17th anniversary out side of a brief mention during the morning announcements, ironic considering how many pledged to “never forget”. I hope the families of those who lost their lives that day are doing well and have managed to move on as best they can. I only missed the actual event by a little less than three years, but I’ve heard the stories of those who could remember.