It's surreal. I can't seem to grasp that I lived at a time when something so horrible happened, that I saw it with my own eyes. Even though it was on television the horror was so tangible.
Solomon had the assignment to talk to me about 9/11 for one of his classes. I told him the grim facts just like I have a few times before. But then I told him how terrifying it was. How saddening to think about that much hate causing that many lost lives. I told him what I saw and how it has affected me. I told him that I still can't understand why or how. I think he's old enough now to hear more than just the bare bones story.
I watched a documentary on CBS called 9/11: Ten Years Later. It was very well done and I think it's because the two brothers who filmed it didn't even know what they were filming. They started out to tell the story of a young firefighter working his way through the ranks in FDNY and ended up getting a front row seat to the carnage that was and is 9/11. They told the story with such grace and sensitivity that I got chills several times.
I want to go to Ground Zero some day. I don't know anyone who was lost there but I feel like it's important to go anyway. It's part of life as an American now.
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I'm glad you mentioned this terrible event. In our home, I started up conversations about it several times that weekend (Sept 10-11), as I remembered first one thing then another about the awfulness of the day and the uncertainty that we all lived in for several days after the plane attacks. I don't know anyone who died from it either. It made the nation feel united for a time.
Kyle Hall
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