September 11…
I remember it being a beautiful day. I remember driving my then wife’s jetta into town from the house we were renting while our house was built. She needed new lug nuts on the tires, the ones that didn’t require a special wrench. I remember the morning show “Rick and Bubba” saying “something” was happening in New York City. I remember huddling around an old 26 inch color TV at the Volkswagen place and seeing the 2nd tower get hit…It falling…the other falling. I remember calling Regions bank to see if we needed to re schedule my interview. I was still jobless from the move from Atlanta. I had that interview that day, but it seemed so unimportant. I remember checking on my family. I remember the phone lines being busy. I remember everyone talking to strangers, holding each other. I remember the lines at the gas station because everyone was waiting for the other shoe to drop, wanting to be prepared. I remember holding Jack and crying, scared for his future. I remember going outside that night, to try to get away from the news on the TV, and there being no planes in the sky. The world seemed silent. I remember promising to give blood, or clothes, or be a better person, parent, friend. I remember going to sleep alone. I remember praying.
What do you remember?
September 11th, 2007 at 4:03 pm
I remember thanking God that I could be useful that day. Because being on the air for eight hours straight meant I didn’t have to absorb the carnage unfolding. To this day, I can’t watch the footage, because it wasn’t “real” then, it was a newstory.. and I can’t let it be real now.