[Hi guys. I'm going to leave up this post from yesterday until tomorrow morning, because how lame would it be to bump it on a Sunday? If you haven't yet, please do share with us your recollection of 9/11. I'm probably going to create a separate page of these stories here on my (soon to be radically improved) blog, as a means of permanently offering them to anyone who at any time might care to add to or reflect upon them. Thank you for your stories, and touching responses to them.]
This sort of grief is still hard, yes? So I thought maybe we could share a little of where we were, and what we were doing, when we first became aware of the nightmare of 9/11.
I woke up that morning and, like every morning, fired up my computer. The first thing I saw, on the Yahoo home page, were fresh images of the just-hit towers, the billowing gray smoke enveloping their tops.
My brain couldn’t quite register what my eyes were telling it.
I instantly craved more information. The Internet seemed to be choking around any of the typical sites you’d go to for that kind of news. So I dug a little deeper, and ended up on some sort of live message board where people inside the towers at that time were frantically posting all kinds of messages from their cell phones. It was horrifying reading. It made me physically ill. I’ve begun crying just now remembering it.
When were you first aware of what happened on 9/11? Where were you? What was your experience with it?
Bless you all. Bless us all.