I wrote this back in 2007, and still think it is pertinent.
It seems like yesterday.
It seems like so long ago.
I awoke that morning running a little late for a meeting, my wife having left early for some staff meeting at her job.
As I sat in the house alone, I debated even checking my email before I left…but the computer always wins. While waiting for my email to download, I went to Drudge and saw the headline. At that time they had no idea it was an attack, as it had just happened moments before.
I turned on the news and watched with fascination as the first tower burned and picked up my phone and called my wife to let her know what was going on. Just about then, the second plane crashed into the other tower. I called and cancelled my meeting and sat in front of the TV stunned.
I called my mom and dad who were in the process of moving back from Germany and were at my uncle’s in Illinois. We sat and watched the first tower fall, and that’s when it hit me…the fear.
I raced to pick my kids up from school, not afraid of an attack at Keller, but for them to come home, to know where they were. I wasn’t alone, there was a line at Indian Springs.
I watched for 20 hours straight, then fell asleep in front of the TV only to wake up to watch another 20 hours. I spent that whole week in front of the TV and on the Internet, trying to find out more information. I don’t think I actually worked but maybe one or two days for at least two weeks during that time.
My wife was working for a tissue bank that was mentioned by President Bush in his address to Congress, her company drove a load of skin for burn victims straight through to NYC on the 12th.
I begged my wife to let me go work for a week or two helping to clear the debris. In fact, at one point a buddy and I were packed and ready to go. My wife reminded me that I had a family here, and that I couldn’t just go…I still regret not pushing the issue harder.
I still get tears in my eyes when I watch the replay of the first tower falling. I still am mad.
I’m afraid not enough Americans are still mad.
In six years since 9/11, I have changed, the country has changed as has the world.
The American people continued on with their lives. We now have to put up with asinine rules about bringing makeup aboard your carry-on luggage and have to take your shoes off while going through security. It makes us feel better, but it’s stupid.
We sit back and watch our 90-year-old grandmothers strip searched but don’t demand the gal in her burka take off the veil for her drivers license photo.
We have a whole sector of our society that actually believe that the 9-11 attacks were an inside job. Heck, we have professors at acclaimed universities teaching this nonsense.
Take a moment today and remember.
Take a moment and remember that anger.