Remembering Nine Eleven
It was a beautiful morning, the sky azure,
and the air clear and cloudless.
The dawn's sunrise casted shadowy silhouettes
of the city, on the calm and unrippled Hudson River.
The city's streets were heavy with people traffic from
workers and tourists rushing around in the fast pace
of Manhattan's mid-week norm.
While driving to my work destination, and listening and singing-
along to John Lennon's hit song "Imagine"
Suddenly, the music stopped playing and the radio host interrupted
to announce that a plane had just hit one of the twin towers.
At first, I thought it was a small private plane that hit because the man on the radio didn't explain that it was a jet with passengers on it.
As the minutes passed by, every radio station was sharing the "Breaking News" that a plane had hit the North Tower of the World Trade Centers.
Most every was in shock, and clueless as to it being an attack by Al-Qaeda/Osama Bin Laden. Once the second plane hit the South Tower,
it was a no-brainer that we were under attack.
I've never felt so unsafe in my life than that day or the following days ahead. Everywhere I went, every time I left my home, my eyes would be wandering over my shoulder and behind my back. The eerie feeling lingered on for days, weeks and even months. The smell of ash still scents my nostrils, the quiet sound of silence in the aftermath still rings my ears. The memories of that horrific day will forever be with me.
can never forget
the world trade centers collapsed
terrorist's attack
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