What do you remember about 9/11?

[Iryssa]

I remember the eerie silence in my normally raucous highschool, sitting in my Jeep with a few friends praying and listening to the radio at lunchtime and during class breaks, wondering how this could possibly be happening, and a bleak, desperate part of my mind thinking "any minute now someone has got to come on the air and say it's okay, it was all a big hoax and nothing actually happened."

[Matthitjah]

Grace to you,

I remember falling to my knee's and asking the Lord what was going on. Relatives were calling and asking if we were okay because I was home with the kids my 9 year old was a mere 2 year old and my daughter who's 11 was in Pre-School. I couldn't get through to the Hospital where my wife worked because the lines were jammed. People were calling their Loved ones.

I remember all the neighbors outside in the front yards of the Town Houses where I lived talking and I had thought that this never happens. We watched the skies as nothing but Miltary Jets flew over and over again and we talked about this event. We wondered what would happen next as rumors were flying that Camp David had been hit and that was very close to home.

The prevailing thought I have had all morning this morning is that todays weather here in MD reminds me of that day. I have also not been able to shake the sight of all the American Flag pins and also how full the Church was that weekend and the next and of how empty it will be this weekend. I wonder what we have learned?

I remember telling my parents at a Wedding shortly after on a cold Saturday morning in October that I knew the Lord was coming soon and asking them if they had given any thought to it. I also told them of a great change in my life, I had committed my life to Jesus Christ and had become a Born Again Evangelical Christian. This change had taken place earlier on but this was the point I got Bold and told everyone.

I also found Worthy shortly after that.

Peace,

Dave

[nebula]

Another thing that struck me while visiting that temporary memorial that was located on a lonely hillside just outside of Shanksville was this large cross that someone had placed there to commemorate the brave passengers aboard Flight 93, all of whom died in attempt to strike back at the forces of evil that were personified by these terrorists.

When I saw that cross standing on that lonely hillside, my mind immediately raced back to another cross on another lonely hillside where some 2,000 years ago Jesus Christ died and shed His blood so that we could be free from the clutches of the very source of all evil--Satan himself.

Thanks for sharing!

[greekmom]

I remember it being a beautiful day that day...My husband just left to go to work, and took our daughter to pre-school that day. I remember thinking to myself, what a pretty day, and that I need to get outside and do something. I sat down to eat some breakfast, and turned the TV on, and at that time I started to watch the tragedy unfold. I watched the planes hit into the WTC, and watching them come down. I also remember watching the plane hit into the pentagon, and the plane hit the field in Shanksville Pa. I remember being in tears most of the day, and falling on my knees praying. I felt more sadness when I found out a few hours later from the local news, that a local family lost their son that day, he was on the plan that hit the pentagon. I attended high school with this young man, and a friend. I remember it starting of being a beautiful day, and becoming a very sad day. I believe we will never forget what we were doing that day when the attacks happen.

[ayin jade]

Never forget.

For a few days prior to 9/11, I was plagued with nightmares. Horrible ones. I was filled with a dread fear that I would never see my husband again. He was going to spend a week with his mother while she lay dying of cancer. He left the Saturday before 9/11. We live in Arizona. Around 730 am, my husband called me. It was 1030 am eastern time. He couldnt tell me anything except turn on the tv. I turned it on in time to see the second tower fall. Perhaps it was a replay I dont know. It was surrealistic to me. I remember feeling very much alone that day. And scared I would never see my husband again. In our country's time of great sorrow, we were apart. He was wrapped up in his mother up north, and I was in my grief down here.

Two weeks later my mother in law died. At the time of her death, I saw an angel with a trumpet. I was considerably freaked out by this, wondering if I was seeing one of the angels in Revelation. I spent the next 3 months crocheting snowflakes. Its what I do when stressed. I have a couple of hundred of them from that time period. Better than bingeing on food.

There is a large ache in my heart from that day. I grew up on Long Island. There is a good chance I knew victims of that day. I havent been able to bring myself to look at the list of names.

God is good. This event should have been so much worse. He spared many people that day, stopping them from getting to work when they had never missed a day in their lives. All praise to Him.

[Guest]

I remember that morning all too well.

My roommate and I were staying in a flea-bag motel in Mesa, Arizona when the WTC was hit. We'd just gotten off a night shift and were getting ready for bed when I turned on the TV, which was something we almost never did. We were both unsaved and on drugs at the time, so we didn't worry all that much about the news. The CNN report was talking about a plane hitting one of the buildings and that it was an accident of some kind. Something went off in the back of my mind from my military training. No one "accidentally" flies into a building on a clear, bright morning like that one. Somehow I suspected it was an attack, though I don't know how. Then the second plane came in, and we both realized we were under attack. We wound up staying up until after the towers both fell.

[irishcowboy]

I was taking my oldest son to his first day as a freshman in High School..... watching it unfold on TV there, as they school had every TV on that morning.....

I then went to work, and filled up all the vehicles on my way to do my daily things...... (before the stations started trying to raise prices)

the lady that owns the True Value here, her son was walking out of the first building just as it was hit, him and his partner ran across the street and watched the second tower get hit.....

My cousin was living off of Time Square, her husband had an 11:00 meeting in one of the towers, she was watching TV as he was getting ready, and told him that it does not look as if he will have to go in today........ he asked if some one had called to cancel, and she said no, your office is not there anymore......

my Uncle and Aunt were in Boston, and were about an hour behind the flight that left to its death, and they ended up renting a car to go home to Iowa......

i can go on, but this is enough.... other then business for the small business man went south.... and never returned.

mike

[Xan]

As written by my favorite blogger:

Remembering

On September 11, 2001, as I sat at my computer in my office in Middle Tennessee, someone said to me that an airplane had flown into the World Trade Center. I immediately tried to get to an internet news website, but traffic was making them inaccessible. When I heard that a second plane had flown into the towers, like everyone else, I realized what was going on.

By this time, my co-workers and I had a radio on a station broadcasting the ABC radio network. For as long as I live I will never forget the voice of the late Peter Jennings cracking, but then holding steady, as he described the first, and then the second, tower falling. One of the young women in my office went from quiet weeping to violent sobbing about that time. Sometime later, she would marry a soldier the week before he shipped out for Afghanistan. My boss was at the airport. Later that day, she would return to the office, shaken by the turn of events. Another colleague who had spent most of her life in northern New Jersey and had seen the towers nearly daily over a number of years, simply sat quietly.

Seven years later, perhaps overly optimistic due to the fact that those attacks have not been successfully repeated on American shores, many seem ready to push September 11 off to the dust bins of history. However, this enemy is different from those of the past, including those who caused another date, December 7, to be etched into our national memory. One suspects that we never will really be able to leave September 11 behind us. One hopes that our resolve will last.

http://musiccityoracle.blogspot.com/2008/09/remembering.html

[anitarose]

I remember it like it was yesterday....

It was during the time I was away from the Lord, and hadn't separated from my ex. He was in Michigan, taking care of his father's estate as the man had passed away a month prior.

I had been selling roses in the bars the night previous, and when I got home, I crashed on the couch---the TV was on. I kept having dreams of planes going into buildings, and when I woke up, the second plane had just gone into the second Tower. I grabbed my cell phone and called my ex.

That whole day, I was numb. I needed to get going and sell some flowers that night, but I wasn't sure if there would even be any business. I was right. It was so bad here in Florida that the major resorts here in the Tampa Bay area were talking about closing up for a month, and the crown jewel of the Gulf Beaches---the Don CeSar on St Pete Beach---was forced to, in order to attract business, offer their rooms for $49 a night, and normally they are in the 2-400 range.

There was no international business for months, almost a year. It was horrendous. No one felt like partying. There was absolutely NO ONE on the Beaches---it was like a ghost town.

During that time, and I think it had been forgotten, a Greyhound bus driver was decapitated in Tennessee during a bus run. I don't think it was related to the Towers, but it is possible it could have been, and that scared people even more. No one wanted to leave their houses, even for a couple of days.....Everyone was afraid to travel, so that made tourism in Florida even more scarce.

To this day, I think that was the beginning of the end of my business.

a.

[message]

I remember that here in England we heard something on the news on the radio..

So We put the T.V. on...

There were going all over the story from the start, for the people that had just turned on....

We just sat quietly..In shock I think..at first I though it was one of those of those films that had not been advertised for some reason....

I just stared and stared at the T.V. in shock mostly.. it was so hard to take it all in...

after a couple of hours of watching it..we slowly realised that this was indeed for real...For a while though I prayed for the world for peace and for these dreadful things to stop, too much had happened.........

In fact we watched it all day..feeling so helpless, that you were all so very far away... ...But God wasn' t and I talked to him, than get lapsing back into shock again.......

I do remember a lot of firemen arriving to hopefully help everyone,,,

They took the film of them quite near, you could see their faces and emotions.....

What a great shock not long after, when we heard that all those wonderful people.of the firemen had been caught by some more of the tower falling down.and were all gone now too...{Hope I have remembered that right..] That was another distressing nightmare to have seen, and very take too...I know I cried at times, but exactly when, I do not know , I think it took some days,to even get halfway back to acting with any normality at all...

A few days after, I went to our local supermarket,,In Sainsburys.......and found that they had a really huge book, for people to put their messages in...To write to the people of the America to also to talk about how the ones on the other side of the pond.. I heard that a lot of these big books were being sent from all over England and other places.......I was relieved.. and by just writing a single mssage, to people that I had never met or saw, it helped me greatly..as they all were part of our very large family of the human race....

And I just wanted them to know, that we were all shocked too..and were really thinking of them all, with the greatest Love and Understanding....And The Biggest Compassion and Sincere Empathy..

And we were sharing in their sorrow, their Grief, and all their churned up emotions too....

Well I think it went something like that anyway.........and tried to tell them that God was still there...and loved to hear their prayers.....and a few other things like that.. I had gone quite early in the morning....Others had written in the book, and I was the only one at that time writing in it..but as soon, as I had finished, one by one, others took each others places, to write their own personal messages too.......A wonderful idea...It somehow felt that through those message books..,

there was a feeling of hearts meeting...and as I liked to think, of hearts and hands linking from England to the U.S. Books were being sent from all over I think.....I was sincere in the thought's that I did hope the poeple of america, would feel not too alone.... and hopefully knew that the messages came to them from friends, with wishes for a better future..

I asked them to remember the ones that had laid down their lives.. they would have wanted to have the remaining people to begin again....life had to go on..it just had too ..

Amen....X+