We Remember…..
Living and growing up in the DC area my whole life has granted me the opportunity to take advantage of a great many things that people travel many miles to get a glimps of or to be apart of. However there are times where living in the DC metro have it’s down sides (traffic @ 5pm for instance) and today is one of those days.
It’s the 7yr anniversary of 9/11.
I still remember where i was, and what I was doing on that day. I was at home getting ready to go to school and straighten out my fall schedule, my sister calls down and tells me that something is going on. By the time i got downstairs building 1 had been hit….moments later I witnessed building 2 get hit, and just remember the unreal feeling that I had, the sickness in my stomach about how many people were in the building….on the memory is still very fresh in my mind till this very day, it’s not something you eaisly forget by any means.
Please take a moment and reflect on what you’ve been blessed with, the people in your life, the fact that you woke up today, and say a prayer for those passed and those that sit on that all trying to keep something like this from happening again.
B.Price
September 11th, 2008 at 8:53 am
I too remember exactly what I was doing when this happened. I remember seeing it on tv later that day wondering to myself, how could of this happened? If I close my eyes, I can remember vividly what happened that day. I always say a little pray to myself when I see the numbers 9-11, because I am always reminded of what happened on that day. My thoughts and prayers are with those who lost their lives that day and their families.
September 16th, 2008 at 9:33 am
yep
prayers sent out
remember hearing the news seated in my ap biology class
crazy
September 16th, 2008 at 11:31 am
I always find it interesting to hear people say we should never forget the events of 9-11. I’d rather forget. I’d love to go to bed on Sept. 10th and wake up on Sept 12th. Every year I replay that day in my head because I know that had I not locked myself out of my apartment that morning (and maintenance was super slow to unlock the door), there would be no “Bae” and neither me or my then unborn daughter would be here. Any other day I would have been right where the plane hit. I try not to think about it…the message I was supposed to give one guy that wanted to carpool with one of my friends or the person that was helping me study for the promotion board I had coming up. Or that I was supposed to meet with the our SGM. Better yet, when I went to my new duty station and the guy in charge of training asked me where my PT and weapons card was and I told him that “it got blown up” and he unknowingly said, “well i’ve never heard that one before.” So I guess we shouldn’t forget that it happened but I’d sure like to.