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I was walking down the concourse at work 19 yrs ago. All of a sudden people were crying, running like rabbits and saying we were under attack. A bunch of students and staff were crowded around a tv. As I watched the second plane hit. I was in shock. My boss called on the radio and asked where I was. I told him I was watching TV and about a second plane. He said yeah he heard but for me to go do whatever it was.
Such differences in how people reacted. Total panic to business as usual.
 
I was walking down the concourse at work 19 yrs ago. All of a sudden people were crying, running like rabbits and saying we were under attack. A bunch of students and staff were crowded around a tv. As I watched the second plane hit. I was in shock. My boss called on the radio and asked where I was. I told him I was watching TV and about a second plane. He said yeah he heard but for me to go do whatever it was.
Such differences in how people reacted. Total panic to business as usual.
I am 90 min away from NY city--was working in school and got the news---so many people had relatives/friends who commuted daily to the city. The not knowing where or how everybody was down there was maddening! senseless shocking unforgiveable
 
Hey Everybody - Have you put out your flag, yet?

Long story short: we were visiting friends in upstate NY planning on a trip to Canada - needless to say that did not happen. Spent much of the day watching TV and crying - then a road trip through the Catskills. Next day on the way home we took backroads not the thruway. The multitude of homes displaying the flag was heartening. I choose to remember that display of solidarity.
 
My ex was driving a charter bus in PA. He called me at home and simply asked "What's going on?" I said, "Not Much, we're watching Sesame Street." He told me to change the channel because "Something BIG's going down."

No truer words were spoken. I sat on the edge of the bed, holdng two toddlers (one mine) and pregnant with my second, as the second plane hit. I watched both towers come down. I remember going to the grocery store, thinking that I needed to stock up on things that would be hard to find if we were at war ... but all I could think of was the snow storm "milk, bread, TP" and a case of bottled water. The store was full of other zombies doing the same thing - wandering with vague, lost, shocked looks,

I remember my SIL going mute for maybe three days. She was heading into work when she turned around to see the plane hit the Pentagon. It took her 15 years to get past that.

And I remember the flags. I remember the red, white and blue EVERYTHING that we all sported - on our clothing, our homes, even our pets. I remember the feeling of all of us being American ... not Mexican/Italian/Greek/Black/White/Asian Americans. ALL of us. Americans. One. This sounds like a cheap laugh gag ... but it's honestly not. I remember feeling "at one" with a Yankees Fan ... a HUGE thing in our neighborhood. I even hugged a Steelers Fan - and didn't think twice about it, then.

If none of that really mattered then, why does it matter so much, now? How could we have been so foolish as to let that solidarity go? More importanatly, short of another national tragedy, how do we bring it back home?
 
sooo...school started Wednesday(all remote until October) and a letter went home that a staff member had Covid who had attended teacher's conference on Tuesday! and so it begins
I have not heard of anyone in kiddo's school yet (all are doing remote but teachers go to the school buildings to teach) but all the schools around us have had cases. Makes me nervous because we are having Chrome book issues and are having to go by there weekly to pick up/drop off school things.
 
My ex was driving a charter bus in PA. He called me at home and simply asked "What's going on?" I said, "Not Much, we're watching Sesame Street." He told me to change the channel because "Something BIG's going down."

No truer words were spoken. I sat on the edge of the bed, holdng two toddlers (one mine) and pregnant with my second, as the second plane hit. I watched both towers come down. I remember going to the grocery store, thinking that I needed to stock up on things that would be hard to find if we were at war ... but all I could think of was the snow storm "milk, bread, TP" and a case of bottled water. The store was full of other zombies doing the same thing - wandering with vague, lost, shocked looks,

I remember my SIL going mute for maybe three days. She was heading into work when she turned around to see the plane hit the Pentagon. It took her 15 years to get past that.

And I remember the flags. I remember the red, white and blue EVERYTHING that we all sported - on our clothing, our homes, even our pets. I remember the feeling of all of us being American ... not Mexican/Italian/Greek/Black/White/Asian Americans. ALL of us. Americans. One. This sounds like a cheap laugh gag ... but it's honestly not. I remember feeling "at one" with a Yankees Fan ... a HUGE thing in our neighborhood. I even hugged a Steelers Fan - and didn't think twice about it, then.

If none of that really mattered then, why does it matter so much, now? How could we have been so foolish as to let that solidarity go? More importanatly, short of another national tragedy, how do we bring it back home?
Still can't talk about it, but went mute for a full week after.

I remember the flags everywhere and people coming together like the united people that we are. Seeing the best of what we can do and be when we stop looking at the minor differences on the outside and uniting with our hearts on the inside.
 
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