My mom rushed in my bedroom before my alarm clock went off for school, "Oh my God, turn it to channel 5!" I sprang up, turned on the TV not knowing what to expect. I saw the World Trade Center on fire, and then I saw a plane flying very low, very fast, and very close to the other tower. It crashed and went right through the 2nd tower. Pure shock is really the only way to describe what I felt, and what I would find out the rest of our nation felt as well. I was is in the Los Angeles area, in bed watching this thing happen, if a tower was on fire already, how in the world did a plane crash into it. I soon found out that was not the only plane to have crashed into it, and that other planes had crashed as well...what was happening on our soil?
I watched these towers, and saw debris falling to the ground, and then I realized it wasn't debris, those were people, someones family, someones best friend, someones love of their life, and they were plummeting out of windows knowing they would die by fire or die by their own split second decision. These people did not go into work that morning thinking they would be murdered in such a horrific way and public way.
As these events unfolded, know one knew who, what, or why this was happening, at least not in my recollection. At that moment this only only a NYC thing, I got dressed for school, feeling pretty icky about it, feeling like I was not suppose to move, feeling quit violated even though I didn't know anyone in New York.
As I prepared to go out of the door, I look at the towers and said 'that's gonna collapse', and it did. I headed for school, and I was a bit afraid, We were under attack. It made me feel like a target and that around any corner danger loomed, large crowds weren't safe. When I arrived at school, my first year of college, they said we could go home and be with our families.
When I got home we watched the news for hours as a family, absorbing the entirety of the events. My dad worked at Los Angeles International Airport, which was rumored to be a target, but thankfully was not...I cannot at all even fathom such a thing, and because of that none of us could stop watching, praying, and sending love to those victims and their loved ones. In the midst of watching, there was a particular camera angle that caught my eye, the camera looked up towards the towers and there was all this dirt and dust falling on the people...it chilled me to my very core. I had not remembered until that moment that I had been int he middle of a very disturbing dream before my mom shocked me awake that morning. I dreamed I was standing in a grave and someone was covering me in dirt, I couldn't see, I was in panic, and felt like I was being buried alive. The dirt I saw falling on me, in that angle, looked exactly like what I was watching on my television. I felt sick. I have to wonder collectively what impact that had on us, as a Nation, as a unified energy, what did this do to us?
Nothing has been the same on so many levels.
I watched these towers, and saw debris falling to the ground, and then I realized it wasn't debris, those were people, someones family, someones best friend, someones love of their life, and they were plummeting out of windows knowing they would die by fire or die by their own split second decision. These people did not go into work that morning thinking they would be murdered in such a horrific way and public way.
As these events unfolded, know one knew who, what, or why this was happening, at least not in my recollection. At that moment this only only a NYC thing, I got dressed for school, feeling pretty icky about it, feeling like I was not suppose to move, feeling quit violated even though I didn't know anyone in New York.
As I prepared to go out of the door, I look at the towers and said 'that's gonna collapse', and it did. I headed for school, and I was a bit afraid, We were under attack. It made me feel like a target and that around any corner danger loomed, large crowds weren't safe. When I arrived at school, my first year of college, they said we could go home and be with our families.
When I got home we watched the news for hours as a family, absorbing the entirety of the events. My dad worked at Los Angeles International Airport, which was rumored to be a target, but thankfully was not...I cannot at all even fathom such a thing, and because of that none of us could stop watching, praying, and sending love to those victims and their loved ones. In the midst of watching, there was a particular camera angle that caught my eye, the camera looked up towards the towers and there was all this dirt and dust falling on the people...it chilled me to my very core. I had not remembered until that moment that I had been int he middle of a very disturbing dream before my mom shocked me awake that morning. I dreamed I was standing in a grave and someone was covering me in dirt, I couldn't see, I was in panic, and felt like I was being buried alive. The dirt I saw falling on me, in that angle, looked exactly like what I was watching on my television. I felt sick. I have to wonder collectively what impact that had on us, as a Nation, as a unified energy, what did this do to us?
Nothing has been the same on so many levels.
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