Saturday, September 11, 2010


There are times when the media covers an event to the point that you end up saying, enough is enough! But what happened on 9/11 is a tragedy in history that deserves, needs to be recognized each year on the anniversary date it occurred. The kind of event that you will forever remember where you were that day, and what you were doing. Like when President Kennedy was shot or when the space shuttle Challenger broke up after lift off. Every bit as memorable as the birth of your first child.

I was actually on a plane flying to Oklahoma that morning. Hubby and I never made our destination. We were just heading out to the runway in Kansas when we were told by the pilot that the twin towers had been hit and all planes were grounded. Little did we realize at the time exactly what that meant. Understanding came quickly, and without mercy.

The airport was jam packed with travelers. And everyone with a cell phone was on theirs. Airport phones were also crowded. A kind traveler let us borrow his to call the kids and let them know we were okay. My daughter was frantic. She knew we were flying out that day but didn't know what airlines. And even though we were nowhere near New York, just being on a plane going somewhere, I imagine, was a nightmare for many families left at home wondering.

How were we going to get home? What were we going to do? We were stuck at an airport, that was rapidly filling up with luggage that was being taken off the planes. It took us hours to find ours, but surprisingly we did. Then we spent hours in a kind of numbed zombie state, sitting at a bar where they played over and over the destruction of the towers. It was unbearable to watch, yet you couldn't take your eyes off the screen. No one could believe what they were seeing.

As reality gradually sank in we realized we were only get out of the airport on our own steam. We contemplated renting a car, but all of a sudden there were no rentals left. Anywhere. Then we thought about renting a u-haul, that plan too wasn't unique to us so there were none of those available either. Thank goodness hubby's grandson lived close enough to make the trip to pick us up.

We spent five days with him and his family. But it was hardly a vacation. The world had changed that day. And many lives would never be the same.


Chris J. said...

I couldn't even imagine myself or husband to have been flying that day and then trying to get home to our family. I am glad ya'll were ok.
I was having my first cup of coffee in the quite left after hubby leaving for work and getting the kids off to school. Turned on the tv to watch my morning shows and just stared at the images being shown. It didn't seem real, like this couldn't be happening here you know. Then I called my husband and we debated taking our kids out of school or not. We wanted to be together, we wanted to know our kids were with us. They were being told of what was happening and that the school was being put on lock down. No one felt safe anywhere. We called the school and finally got through to make sure everything there was good. When I picked them up later I just hugged them and was happy we were together.
Being Americans gives a false sense of security and we will always remember no one is safe anywhere from horrible people bent on terrorism.

Tory Richards said...

I can recall that feeling, too Chris. My hubby wanted to call his son and then have his son call my daughter and I said no way. We need to hear each other's voices to know that we're really okay. I think this brought families closer together because it revealed how fragile life really is.