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Originally posted by WalkInSilence
Hachiban08, I find it impressive that such a young person has any recollection of that day.
Thank you for sharing.
At this time of year I start thinking of those days again, I want to remember, I want to keep the feeling of those days in my life.
To me they are infinatly important.
That day changed my life.
Originally posted by the_sentinal
, I realized that this was a historic event taking place. I grabbed a blank VHS tape and began taping the news, why I do not know, but I remember thinking that I had to record these events.
Originally posted by Crakeur
I was at my office when the first plane hit. My mother had called for some reason and we were talking and she said something to the effect of "look out your window. can you see the towers?" I did and I could. I was stunned. I hung up on her to call my wife and tell her what was going on. She was just getting out of the shower and we were talking when plane 2 hit the other tower. I told her to stay home as she works a few blocks from where the towers stood. I watched the day unfold from my office, which was on the 38th floor of a building on 34th and 7th. We had an unobstructed view of the towers and we everyone on our floor, all the employees of three different companies, were jammed into my office watching. Extra people provided some comfort that morning. When the first tower collapsed I remember the crying. I remember making the list of friends and family in the vicinity of the towers, trying to figure out who I might have lost (3 friends never got checked off that list). I remember wandering home at the end of the day (I stayed in the office to avoid being on the street in the chaos). I remember the soot covered people wandering uptown, making their way home. The blank stares. The tears. The moaning and the crying. The long lines for the pay phones. The lines at the ATM machines. I remember hearing that the blood donation drive wasn't necessary as there weren't going to be too many people needing the blood. I remember seeing the stories of the missing. The signs everywhere. The people holding onto that last shred of hope that their loved ones would be found somewhere. I remember praying that I didn't see anyone I knew on those signs or in those stories. I remember reading about my friend's fiance who was to be married in a couple of weeks. I remember reading about another friend, who I had spent two days with the weekend prior to the 11th. He went back up to his office to make sure everyone left and didn't return. He was one of a handfull of people from his company that died. He managed to get the majority of the people to leave but he stayed to ensure that nobody else came back.
Most of all, I remember walking home from my office a couple of days after the 11th. It was evening, the streets were deserted. I noticed stores had candles burning in the windows, messages of hope and prayers for the lost accompanied these lights. Flags hung in the windows. I walked up and down the 23 blocks north and 7 avenues that seperated my office and my apartment. I remember being alone at first, reading the messages. Suddenly I noticed I was a group of 3, then 7 then ten, maybe 15. We walked as a group, we read the messages, we looked at the flags and the flickering candles. We didn't speak to eachother. People were crying and hugging and still nobody spoke. People joined and others left as they got to where they were headed. It took me several hours to make the 40 minute walk. When I entered my apartment my wife looked at me and didn't say a word. I'm sure she was worried about where I was that night but the look on my face must have been enough of an answer. The next morning I told her to go check out the streets. Walk around, see the windows and soak in the emotions on the street because this was NYC and the love and comfort and emotion wasn't going to last very long.
Every year the stores do various things with their windows to honor the fallen. Nothing will ever compare to the sight of every store on two of the most famous shopping streets in the world being devoid of merchandise and containing nothing more than some light and a flag.
This city isn't the same anymore. The people, who once walked with a chip on their shoulder, have lost a bit of their edge. We look up at the planes flying overhead and we wonder "is it happening again?" We hear about the threats to the subways and airports and what not and we know we are the target. We know it will happen again. It is only a matter of time and yet we stay. We stay and we learn to shrug off the constant threats and the sight of the various anti-terror drills that seem to be spotted all around the city. Sure we're still scared. How could we not be? We are, however, New Yorkers and Americans and backing down and kowtowing are not in our nature.