Seven Years

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  1. Jazzy says:

    I distinctly remember skipping out on Greek mythology class (I went to a liberal arts college) early and walking to our campus pub to try and score some free food when I noticed everyone standing in front of the television. That’s when I saw the second plane hit. Never in my life had I felt more connected to random Americans than I did that day.
    I think few of us will ever forget that day. Or the way the country male, female, black and white were united.

  2. I was on a plane at the Providence, RI, airport, sitting on the tarmac, next in line to take off. We sat and sat, and I fussed in my seat and huffed and puffed, trying to concentrate on my book but realizing it was taking FOREVER to get off the ground that day. All of a sudden, they turned the plane around and we headed back to the gates. After the plane rolled to a stop, the pilot came on the loudspeaker and told us that a small twin engine plane was rumored to have hit one of the World Trade Center buildings, and that the Eastern seaboard air traffic controllers were on alert, so all planes had been grounded, please de-plane, etc…all in a very calm voice.

    We passengers thought it was odd that a small plane would cause that much ruckus. Several cell phone calls later, we heard more of the scoop. We tumbled into the airport and watched the devastation unfold on one of the TVs in the terminal, mouths agape, complete shock registering.

    My boss was flying out of Boston – both of us headed to Chicago for meetings that day. I frantically phoned him – they had reported that it was possible that the plane that hit the tower was from Boston. Then the second plane hit. Then we heard about the Pentagon, and a rumored crash in PA. It was insanity. I was in a complete panic, worried my boss was dead. I finally got through to him. “Go home,” he said. “Go home and be with your family.” So I did. I drove in a daze, missed my exits, and circled around Boston. (I lived West of Boston and often flew out of Providence. That day I drove all the way from Providence to Boston and forgot to go home. I finally realized my mistake and turned around, picked up my son, took him home and snuggled him, put him down for a nappy and turned on the TV. My husband came home early, and we parked in front of the television for the next several days.)

    I saw a giantic America flag billowing in the wind as I drove that day. It was the only thing that snapped me out of my haze. That, and a song by Lee Ann Womack called “I Hope You Dance”. I recall that coming on the radio as I was driving. The tears really began to flow after that.

    Thank God my plane didn’t take off. I would have ended up in Canada for the next several weeks with no way to get home. Most of the flights that took off before us got diverted up there.

    I agree. It is one of those days you will never, ever forget.