The page listed above is a fantastic resource for all things 9/11/01. With the tenth anniversary taking place in 3 short days, I think it's good to take a look back, and remember. Not only our experiences, but the effect it had on those close to us, and how it may have changed you in some way. So the purpose of this thread is simple: To discuss where you were on September 11th, how it affected you or your loved ones at the time, and how this event(if it did) changed you. I know it had a great impact on me.
I was sleeping in my dorm, as I did every Tuesday morning during my years of college. My school had a chapel service of some kind every Tuesday, but I may have gone possibly twice a year, and just read a book and wrote a paper on said book instead of intending chapel, of which one or the other was a requirement for graduating. In essence, I wound up missing out on hearing the news firsthand, as it took one of my roommates coming back and waking me up. I was pissed he woke me until I saw the look on his face, one of true horror. He then slowly told me that terrorists had attacked the World Trade Center's Twin Towers in New York, and a flight later known as Flight 93 crashed close to where we lived, in Somerset, PA.
I was shook up as well, as I never believed something like this could have happened again. I mean, we had established ourselves as the biggest and most powerful nation in the world. Classes were canceled for the day, and in my search for answers, the real horror came. I learned that the flight had originated out of Newark, New Jersey. I had been too stunned by the news of the terrorist attacks that I didn't realize the significance of Flight 93--My cousin Emily was supposed to be on the plane from Newark to San Francisco, as she worked as a stewardess for United Airways. My eyes streaming with tears, I attempted to call every family member whose number I knew. Upon each call, I got a busy signal, and the inevitable began to sink in--my cousin was dead.
I finally was able to get ahold of her mother, my Aunt Janet. I was sobbing and offerring my condolences when she stopped me. "Emily is fine, she said. She switched her shift with one of her close friends and has the day off." I was filled with relief, but still sadness at the same time. I'd be lying if I didn't say I had a "better her then my cousin" mindset, but I still hurt for my cousin's friend. She was doing Emily a favor, and she wound up losing her life because of it. My dad eventually called me back to let me know the same--Emily was safe, but her friend was one of the stewardesses on the plane. I didn't feel a sense of total relief, however, as I found out that three people at my college, all of whom I knew, had lost families in the attacks.
It was one of the first times in my life that I truly did something for someone else without an alterior motive in my then 19 years of life. I hurt for these people, and spent a fair amount of time with all 3 at one time or another just listening or consoling them. It was also how I decided what I wanted to be-- a therapist. I declared my major shortly after, transferred classes, and went on to get my doctorate in Psychology. These last few weeks, Ive gotten quite a few new patients, all grieving over the losses of loved ones. I immediately looked back at almost 10 years prior, and I remembered. I remembered the sacrifice Emily's friend made that allowed Emily to live. I remembered the three acquaintences that lost loved ones on 9/11, all of whom became close friends and trusted me with their intermost feelings and thoughts. And it brought things full circle for me. Instead of being cynical and wondering why these people still aren't over 9/11 ten years later, I remembered it was people like these that were essentially responsible for me becoming a therapist in the first place. And it's given me the same compassion now that it did ten years ago.
Where were you when you learned the news of the 9/11 attacks? What was your initial response?
Were loved ones in your life affected directly or indirectly because of the attacks?
Did the experience change you in any way? If so, how?
Any other thoughts related to 9/11/01 or it's ten year anniversary in 3 days are welcome.