Wow.
My brother in law was supposed to be in one of the towers for a meeting, but he missed his flight. Of course we were all eternally grateful to have avoided a family tragedy, but it made what we saw hit closer to home.
Sorry to trigger bad memories, but that's why I wanted to be serious about it. This day means a lot to me. Really, the disdain southerners feel for yankees, NY in particular, is real. After 9/11, it made me more aware of how close we all really are. The accents are different, the lifesyles are different, but there were thousands of good, real people that suffered greatly because of that. Last night there were shows about 9/10. Photos and videos taken by people in the tower on 9/10 that would die the next morning. It's heartbreaking
I felt bad for my family. I had just moved down to the city that August. There was no cell signal, landline phones weren't even working. So I had no way to let them know I was ok. Then late that night one of the guys in the apartment building came knocking on everyone's door and told us he had a connection on his computer and we could each make one phone call but had to wait in line to get a turn. We weren't supposed to open our apartment doors because the police had instructed us to lay wet towels down in front of the doors so smoke wouldn't get in, but I was dying to hear my moms voice!! I waited inline for an hour. Best phone call I ever made! Everyone pulled together down there real quick. If someone had something you needed they just gave it to you. Strangers just hugging in the street. Blood banks on the side of the street filled up instantly. Everyone volunteering to help but there were no survivors so no one to help. That was the worst part.