You won’t find a picture to accompany this post. I think we’ve all seen them. I’m talking about September 11, 2001.
Babygirl had an assignment that involved her asking me questions about that day. I wasn’t sure I made my feelings clear to her.I’m not sure I will be clear now.
That morning, I had sent my kids off to school just I had every day for the preceding week. I decided to watch a movie in my pajamas and while having my morning coffee. On TV that day was “28 Days” with Sandra Bullock and Viggo Mortenson. I had tried to watch that movie several times and never quite managed to catch the end. With only a half hour left in the movie, my father-in-law came into the house and asked me why I wasn’t watching the news.
“A plane just hit a building in New York!” he said . “Turn on the news”
I was annoyed. I would miss the end yet again. I thought it had to be a joke. New York is full of skyscrapers. What kind of idiot pilot would manage to hit a building? I turned on the news and was stunned to see what was unfolding. During the walk from his house to mine(only 3 houses), the second plane had struck.
We watched, dumb-founded. I did pick my kids up from school that day. Was it because of a continued threat? Maybe. I think it was more because of the uncertainty of what was happening in the world.
Did this change my life? I don’t know how to answer this. Did I stop traveling? No. The August immediately following, we drove to Disney World. We never made plans to fly. Not because of what happened, but because of finances. I don’t drive, so I have always used public transportation.Did I stop? No. I have always held a deep respect for EMT’s, policemen, and fire fighters. The men who died that day are heroes. But so are the men and women who die in the line of duty every day.
This is where I don’t know how to express myself. I think that even reading this over again, I sound unfeeling. I’m not. I cried my eyes out that day. I cried for the children whose parents weren’t coming home. For the husbands and wives who lost their loves. For the parents whose children wouldn’t return to their arms.
So, when someone asks me if September 11 had an impact on my life, how do I answer? In my day to day life, in the patterns that I follow, I honestly have to say no. But in my heart, deep where it doesn’t show, I have to say yes.