It’s 10 o’clock, late (for us anyway). I’ve been asking Mark all weekend to share his story from 9/11 – he lived in Manhattan at the time and I can’t imagine having been so close. We just watched an incredibly moving NY Fire Department documentary, and I finally talked him into sharing a few memories. ~Stephanie
I have many memories from September 11, 2001:
- It was a beautiful day. Somehow the news that there had been a terrorist attack didn’t fit with the backdrop of a sunny late summer day.
- I worked 50 blocks from the World Trade Center, just over two miles. I was running late for work because I had voted on the way in.
- At our office, we all clustered around the TV someone had stashed under their desk.
- Outside, all we could see was smoke. Plumes of smoke where the towers had been.
- We left work to go to the hospital to donate blood. Everyone’s thoughts were “how can we help?” No one wanted to sit by idly.
- There were streams of people on the sidewalk. Everyone was walking, heading North.
- Cell phones were down. We couldn’t communicate with our families to let them know we were safe.
- I kept thinking of how I used the World Trade Center to get my bearing whenever I was walking. How could these buildings be gone?
But I am thankful. The distance between my office and Ground Zero was gigantic, much larger than the mere 2 miles on a map. We were safe.
And I thank those who rushed into the inferno, admire their bravery, and mourn for all those who did not return from work that day.
Photo: National Geographic0