Hard to believe it was eight years ago today, isn't it?
I was a 19 year old sophomore in college at the time, so I was asleep at 8:45 AM when the first plane crashed into the north tower. A friend called and woke me up, saying that I had to turn on the news. When they wouldn't tell me what was going on, I hung up. They called back and the tone of their voice made my stomach drop. I knew it was bad.
I had no idea just how bad....
I watched as the second plane crashed into the south tower. Then the Pentagon was hit. Then a group of courageous Americans crashed into a Pennsylvania field.
I watched in agony as the south tower collapsed. I remember thinking "how could that happen?" and "how could it be real?" I was numb by the time the north tower came crashing down 25 minutes later.
The next few days were kind of a haze. I was absolutely glued to the tv and I was desperate for information. I needed things to make sense again. I remember crying a lot. I remember wanting to go home, where I felt safe. I remember being terrified of what was to come. I remember praying and asking God "Why?" at the same time. I remember being angry. Angry at the people who had done this. Angry at the people who were praising these atrocious acts. Angry at the people who wanted to carry on with their everyday lives, like nothing had happened. Like our whole world hadn't just changed forever.
So many emotions and memories that are just as fresh as they were eight years ago.
... for those of us who lived through these events, the only marker we’ll ever need is the tick of a clock at the 46th minute of the eighth hour of the 11th day.