September 11, 2001. You remember where you were and what you were doing when the news hit. And hit it did! At first, maybe a tragic accident. Then, only minutes later, you knew it was no coincidence. So many emotions. So much loss. So much grief and sadness. Shock all around.
Remember who you called that morning? Remember who you were concerned about?
Since I worked at Riverfront Plaza, Richmond's version of the twin towers right on the James River, we were sent home. No one knew what the next targets would be. I was waiting at the bus stop when Philip got home from middle school. I never, ever was at the bus stop when he got home. The middle schoolers had not been told, thankfully.
As we walked home together, I was able to relay what had happened in New York City. You see, we had been in the tower just a month before 9/11 on a family vacation. I simply said, the World Trade Center towers are not there any more. What do you mean they are not there anymore, was the innocent and incredulous response.
I don't think we ever can forget all the things that happened on 9/11. We are all more aware, more alert, and we take less for granted. Heroes were made on 9/11. Everyone was affected.
But we got back up after being knocked down. Dazed, hurt, and struggling for breath. But we got back up.
This post is dedicated to survivors and victims of the terrible attacks on September 11, 2001.
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