September 11, 2009

• Remembering 9/11...

  It is said, that time heals all wounds.  Another year has passed, and the pain and sickness I felt on this morning eight years ago still remain.  I remember watching on the television the sight of the flames and black smoke billowing out of the towers.  I felt a deep sickness in the pit of my stomach, because I knew for certain that terrorists had struck even before official confirmation came in.  Even as I write this post I cannot help, but feel ill.  I remember watching people at the top floors jumping out rather than face the flames that were approaching them.  I remember watching the towers come down.  I shudder at the nightmares I would have, had I seen all this in person rather than throught the cold, objective lense of a camera.  

  As I look around me in this coffee shop, I wonder how many people here remember where they were on that Tuesday morning.  Looking at the kids behind the counter, I wonder what was going through their mind seeing the adults around him reacting.  And then I wonder about my newphew; he was three that year.  He's 11 now, and I wonder what he is learning about this day in school.  Are they even teaching about this day?  I worry about what he learns about this day, or even if he will be taught about it. 

  Eight years have passed.  Eight years and I still remember.  Where were you that Tuesday morning?

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