Gut Rumbles

September 11, 2005


I should write some kind of mememorial post about 9/11, but plenty of other people are doing that, probably a lot better than I can. I'll just link to this.

On 9/11/01, I was sitting on my mama's back porch and drinking a cup of coffee. I had just gotten out of Willingway Hospital the day before and my life was in ruins. The phone rang. It was my grandmother telling me to tune in to the news on television. Something terrible was happening.

I watched as the second plane flew into one of the towers. I watched as the towers collapsed, one after the other. I imagined that the death toll would be horriffic, a LOT worse than it turned out to be, but a part of me couldn't help thinking that I was looking at something that reminded me of me.

Stand tall and strong one day, then have somebody launch a sneak attack on you and bring you down to rubble. Seeing those buildings fall was symbolic of how I felt at the time.

I know that's a selfish, self-pitying notion, but I never will forget it. That's the reason I don't like talking about 9/11.


I was there sitting at a desk in Manhattan that morning. I don't live there and it was one very difficult thing for me to try to get a handle on. I called home to tell my parents that I was ok, only to find out that my brother and his wife were in Washington DC. That just made it worse. Damn, what a terrible thing it was.

I'll never be able to forget that day. I don't think any of us will.

Posted by: marcl on September 11, 2005 09:39 PM

I was alone at home and just got back from hospital after major surgery that day. Almost completely unable to do anything other than crawl to the bathroom. I just lay in bed crying and feeling totally and utterly helpless to do anything to stop the horror and also to do anything to help myself if WW3 was about to start.

Posted by: Misty on September 12, 2005 07:50 AM

I understand. I had seperated from my Ex and she lived in the DC area. I tried to call her cell but they had already shut the circuits down. I called her home number, and another guy answered... and she wasn't home.
National tragedy/ personal tragedy... Thinking about it I still get that punched in the gut feeling.

Posted by: k on September 12, 2005 02:23 PM
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