9/11

Today marks the 5th anniversary of attacks on World Trade Center and Pentagon.

I'm sure I have written a post before, but I cannot seem to locate it. So forgive the repetitiveness, if you will.

I was sitting in class when it happened. My professor came in and had asked the few people who were there if they had turned on the tv yet that morning. The answer was no, because being college students we were lucky that we even made it to class on time, let alone had any minutes to actually watch the television.

Nothing could have prepared us for what we saw as our professor turned on the tv located in the classroom. Smoke billowing out of one of the towers. During the course of the next hour and twenty minutes, we witnessed a plane crashing into the other tower and both towers eventually falling.

My next class was cancelled, as were classes the next day.

You never forget what you were doing or where you were when history comes calling. My mother could tell you exactly what she was doing when she heard JFK had been assassinated. My father could tell you exactly what he was doing when John Lennon was shot and killed, being just 3 weeks after I was born.

And before anyone jumps on me saying that the murder or two individuals doesn't compare with the murder of almost 3000, I am merely illustrating a point. All of these events were horrible tragedies, all of which left their marks on the people who lived through those times.

One day, perhaps I will visit Ground Zero. And remember all of those people who thought, as well as myself, it was just going to be another day on September 11, 2001.