A place of writing and reflection…
It was suppose to be like any other day.
Ate breakfast, got dressed, and piled in the car off to school.
The radio that morning buzzed with confusing reports.
Something about New York…the buildings…and a fire.
It made no sense.
We listened all the way to school trying to sort things out.
Only garbled conversation.
It was not until the bell rang and everyone piled into the classroom that we knew what had happened.
The TV mounted high on the wall sat stationary on the news as images filled the screen.
Suddenly the buildings on fire made sense.
It was the towers.
Something—a plane had crashed into one.
Puffs of smoke wafted upward from its mark.
We looked on helplessly as another did the same.
We stared wide-eyed at the screen.
What was going on?
Who would do this?
Perhaps the first had been a horrid mistake we thought, but now watching the second others came to mind.
Class periods changed, but no work had been done.
All eyes remained frozen on the TV screens in every classroom.
Pencils remained silent as we listened to the frantic reporters.
Then it happened.
The first came down.
Gasps filled the room.
We had just been listening to the talk of emergency exits, ambulances that awaited victims and the panic on the ground below.
But now the building crashed.
It came down with the loudest sound; our eyes tracking every second.
The sound of screams filled our heads.
Yet before the dust had cleared the second fell as well.
We sat with panic knocking on our hearts.
These were not the only planes.
Others had crashed as well.
Who would be next?
Still we watched the image on the screen as though frozen in time.
The screams and shouts ringing in our ears became too much.
Shake your head.
Perhaps it was a dream.
But it was not.
Over two thousand lives were lost that day.
Friends and mothers.
Fathers and siblings.
Officers and workers.
They too, went to work that day like any other day.
But it was not any other day.
In memory of the victims and families of 9/11.