ScarletBegonias
Dagobah Resident
I am writing this thread to reflect on my thought process on 9/11/01. At the time when it all went down my ignorance ran deep...
On the morning of the 11th I dropped my boyfriend off at work since he had just lost his license days prior at a DUI check point on Labor Day. I came home to hear the alarm clock had gone off. A guy on the radio was talking about planes hitting the WTC and I didn't think it was actual news that I was hearing. Moments later my boyfriend called to tell me it was real...
My boyfriend and I did not have a television so when I got to work at a library and saw the footage of the people jumping on a little TV in the break room, my heart stopped. Then, just in the nick of time, we had someone to blame for this terror, Osama bin Laden. I remember how fortunate I felt that my government was so exceptionally efficient in finding the culprit...
That night I drank seven shots of vodka and, as my speech slurred, I expressed great concern that I couldn't understand how people could commit such heartless acts...
In the time following the events I wrote letters to my cousins who had gone off to war. I wrote to tell them that I supported them for fighting this evil and that I believed the history books would record them as heroes, regardless of others' skepticism...
I was 22 at the time...If you would like to share your thought process on that day, feel free to add it to this thread. If not, then this shall serve as a good reflection for me and hopefully others...
On the morning of the 11th I dropped my boyfriend off at work since he had just lost his license days prior at a DUI check point on Labor Day. I came home to hear the alarm clock had gone off. A guy on the radio was talking about planes hitting the WTC and I didn't think it was actual news that I was hearing. Moments later my boyfriend called to tell me it was real...
My boyfriend and I did not have a television so when I got to work at a library and saw the footage of the people jumping on a little TV in the break room, my heart stopped. Then, just in the nick of time, we had someone to blame for this terror, Osama bin Laden. I remember how fortunate I felt that my government was so exceptionally efficient in finding the culprit...
That night I drank seven shots of vodka and, as my speech slurred, I expressed great concern that I couldn't understand how people could commit such heartless acts...
In the time following the events I wrote letters to my cousins who had gone off to war. I wrote to tell them that I supported them for fighting this evil and that I believed the history books would record them as heroes, regardless of others' skepticism...
I was 22 at the time...If you would like to share your thought process on that day, feel free to add it to this thread. If not, then this shall serve as a good reflection for me and hopefully others...