I woke up around 10am. My partner, Shawn, told me what was happening. I wasn’t awake enough to grasp what she was telling me. I went off to shower. When I returned I looked at the TV screen. I couldn’t believe my eyes. It hit me what Shawn was saying but in disbelief. As everyone must have felt who was experiencing what happened in their own way. I was in shock.
For weeks, I followed the reports and TV coverage. Watching was the only thing that made it real. Otherwise, it was just a nightmare from which one could not awaken. The familiar names of those who were killed, the stories about the bravery. Those who helped in searching, holding onto a false hope there would be many survivors.
Wanting to know who & why & why didn’t someone stop those planes, the ones which hit the towers and the pentagon.
The bravery of those in PA who took the plane down rather than anymore lives being sacrificed.
I did go the way of feeling it was a conspiracy of higher proportions. Now, I am only sure people died because planes weakened the structure of the World Trade Center Towers to such a degree they melted down into rubble. A site not one person in the world would ever have believed this could have happened.
Those million years were destroyed and the Towers met the faint of the Titanic, only it wasn’t an iceberg or an act of nature. Well, maybe the nature of terrorists, whose nature it is to terrify. I felt some of this, years before with Oklahoma.
Jk the secret keeper