fifteen for friday 9/11/09

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During the first Gulf War I remember being safe in my parent’s home, watching eerie green missiles arch over a night sky on T.V.  I wasn’t worried.  I felt for the troops and wrote letters but I had no inkling of what it felt like to be the target of an aggression.  Some people might say that I still don’t know what it’s like, and that’s fair.  But when New York and Washington D.C. are attacked, aren’t all Americans?

It’s impossible to write today’s date and not be inundated with mental images.  I remember where I was, what I was wearing and the events of that morning.

It was a beautiful day here in DFW, just like it was in NY.  I was wearing my “Tuesday outfit” a black shift dress with a soft pink cardigan.  My family was riding together on our way to school and work in our little green Honda Civic on I-30 headed to Fort Worth from our home in Dallas.  We were just driving into the downtown Ft. Worth area when the local sports radio station that we were listening to broke in with the report that a plane had just flown into the World Trade Center in New York.  Again, I wasn’t too worried.

I stayed in the car listening to the radio as my husband dropped the kids off to kindergarten and daycare (nicely held in the same building).  This is when I realized that something was seriously wrong because they interrupted the show again to say that another plane had hit the other building of the World Trade Center.  This was obviously no coincidence.

We hurried to work, (at the same company) I was on the 36th floor, he was on the 38th of the Burnett Building.  Many of the people who had already arrived at work had no idea what was going on.  It didn’t take long before no one was working.

The 38th floor turned on a T.V. so I headed up there.  I arrived just in time to see the second building that was hit fall.  If I hadn’t seen it myself I never would have believed it.  How could such a huge building be there one minute and be gone the very next?  This was the image and the idea that stuck with me.  There.  Gone.  There.  Gone.

For me, that was the day when anything became possible.

There isn’t going to be a fifteen today.

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2 Responses to “fifteen for friday 9/11/09”

  1. Jim Says:

    Hi, Jen. I left you a present on my blog today. Have a great weekend.

    http://quotesonwriting.blogspot.com/2009/09/blogman-award_11.html

  2. Jen Says:

    This is so cool! I’ll have it up by Monday. Thank you!!!!

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