I hadn't planned on writing anything about this, but screw it. I'm sure it's on a lot of our minds today.
Something a little odd happened this morning, and it has me reflecting on that day, and now the 23 years that have followed.
This morning I woke up at exactly the same time I did that fateful day.
I woke up and looked at my clock and it was 8:56am. That was the exact time I was awakened that morning on 9/11/2001.
I was working at a restaurant as a server back then. I shared an apartment with a buddy of mine, and we lived your typical bachelor lifestyle. We both worked nights, and we were always up till the wee hours over the morning. Typically we didn't stir up till close to noon. We had been up late the night before, smoking buds watching the boob tube all night; as was our norm.
My phone rang at 8:56am, which it never went off that early. I knew as soon as the phone rang, that something was wrong. When I saw it was my little sister, I knew something bad had happened.
I answered, and all she said was, "Turn on the TV. I gotta go." Click
I turn on the TV and see the first building smoking.
I immediately wake my buddy.
As we were watching and we're trying to figure out what the hell was going on, and thinking, Was this an accident, or what? It's felt like Almost immediately after this initial thought, the second plane hit.
We were in shock, as was every one else. We kept saying, "Is this real?"
The rest of the day is a fog.
When I look back at what's happened since all of that, it does seem that there was more to that than we'll ever truly know.
I posted this, so that anyone who wishes to reflect on that day, this thread is an open door to any and all thoughts about that day, and the 23 years since then.
I know this. Even after all the hike in security, and all the "monitoring of terrorists," and the patriot act, and all that, I don't feel one stitch safer than I did before those towers fell.
R.I.P. to all that lost their lives that day.
I chose this forum for a reason. We all know who's pulling the strings.
Something a little odd happened this morning, and it has me reflecting on that day, and now the 23 years that have followed.
This morning I woke up at exactly the same time I did that fateful day.
I woke up and looked at my clock and it was 8:56am. That was the exact time I was awakened that morning on 9/11/2001.
I was working at a restaurant as a server back then. I shared an apartment with a buddy of mine, and we lived your typical bachelor lifestyle. We both worked nights, and we were always up till the wee hours over the morning. Typically we didn't stir up till close to noon. We had been up late the night before, smoking buds watching the boob tube all night; as was our norm.
My phone rang at 8:56am, which it never went off that early. I knew as soon as the phone rang, that something was wrong. When I saw it was my little sister, I knew something bad had happened.
I answered, and all she said was, "Turn on the TV. I gotta go." Click
I turn on the TV and see the first building smoking.
I immediately wake my buddy.
As we were watching and we're trying to figure out what the hell was going on, and thinking, Was this an accident, or what? It's felt like Almost immediately after this initial thought, the second plane hit.
We were in shock, as was every one else. We kept saying, "Is this real?"
The rest of the day is a fog.
When I look back at what's happened since all of that, it does seem that there was more to that than we'll ever truly know.
I posted this, so that anyone who wishes to reflect on that day, this thread is an open door to any and all thoughts about that day, and the 23 years since then.
I know this. Even after all the hike in security, and all the "monitoring of terrorists," and the patriot act, and all that, I don't feel one stitch safer than I did before those towers fell.
R.I.P. to all that lost their lives that day.
I chose this forum for a reason. We all know who's pulling the strings.
They live.
We sleep.
We sleep.