Friday, September 11, 2009

Nine Eleven

Nine eleven.

We hear the words and we know instantly what it means. It is one of those monumental days in history on which time stopped - and we know exactly what we were doing and where we were when we learned the devastating news that left our world forever changed.

Just thought it may be cause to pause ...


  1. You're exactly right. I do remember exactly where I was, and what I was thinking.

    I was in the seventh grade, in Mrs. Brown's classroom, and someone came in and flipped on the TV. None of us really understood what we were seeing at first. I don't think I really believed it was happening until I went home later and saw that my parents were afraid.

    And what I remember most vividly are the clips of the people. Screaming. Crying. Running. One woman clutching her baby to her shoulder trying to outrun a cloud of dust and debris.

    I had always wanted to know what it would be like to live during a great event in history...until it happened. And then I realized what a reckless wish that was.

    Certainly a cause for a respective silence. Thank you.

  2. without a's a day to stop and remember !!

  3. Thanks for the cause for pause...I, too, remember only too well the where and the when.

    Been catching up on your earlier posts, too. Lovely to read about your little sister, and - those teenage years, how I can relate to those lovable, infuriating creatures!

  4. K and I had this very same discussion yesterday morning at work . . . I don't think I'll ever forget where I was, who I was with or what we were all doing that morning it all happend. Really makes you stop to think . . .


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