Eighteen years went by in the blink of an eye. Many of us remember what we were doing when our country changed forever. America has had many “where were you” moments. Our relatives may remember where they were when Kennedy was shot; when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor; when Richard Nixon was impeached. All of these events shape our country. I read someone else’s comments on remembering September 11th; they said that it marks the day where the worst of humanity was shown but the best of humanity prevailed.
At the time the first tower was struck I was hosting a networking meeting. I remember the moment someone came in and announced that the first tower was hit. We all looked at each other in disbelief. How did this happen? Little did we know that minutes later the second tower would be hit followed by the Pentagon and the plane that was detoured miraculously to a field in Pennsylvania. As the events were unfolding there was a stillness that took place. It may have been that all air travel was suspended and the skies were literally silent. The other stillness was not knowing what to do other than call your loved ones to hear their voice or watch the television to see the horrific events unfold. I had an eight-month-old baby and a four-year-old and had such a strong feeling that I needed to see them to know they were ok, even though I knew they were fine. My strongest memory of that day was walking into the babysitter’s house and seeing my daughter sitting in the highchair feeding her little chubby face, blissfully unaware of what was unfolding in the world. I burst into tears of relief, sadness, and a feeling of connection and disconnection at the same time to the events developing hundreds of miles away.
Today our memories of this day flood our minds. We feel sadness and compassion for those who lost loved ones or are continuing to suffer the ill-effects emotionally and physically of that day. May we continue to come together in a depth of healing remaining the pillars strength for those who need support.