Of course, it’s just not any Friday. The calendar has brought us to September 11, the date that will forever live in infamy for this generation.
Oddly, the weather has made an abrupt change here in Maine. After weeks of sunshine, heat, and humidity, I awakened to heavy rains, darkness, and a chill that I hadn’t felt in months.
It was as if Mother Nature wanted to mourn the day with the rest of us. The gloomy weather seemed perfectly fitting, and even though not a single person mentioned the significance of today while I was at work, it was certainly on my mind.
We never will forget, will we, Modern Philosophers?
Forgive the somber mood, but I believe it is appropriate. As we gather in the Think Tank tonight, let’s make sure that our Deep Thoughts touch on that day, the heroes, and those who lost their lives.
This week’s topic: What do you remember when you think back to the events of September 11, 2001?
J answered the call, and it was her father calling to tell us what was happening.
We rushed out of bed to turn on the TV in the living room, and then we just watched in horror as the events of the day unfolded on live television.
Since I am from New York, my thoughts immediately went to my friends and family who still lived there. It was all so familiar to me. It was my home. My birthplace. The place I had spent the first twenty-six years of my life.
I used to work in the Empire State Building, so a chill came over me as I thought about how I had spent my days inside what had to now be considered a prime terrorist target.
I remember J and I discussing whether there would be further attacks, and if we were in danger since we were so close to Los Angeles. We talked about why the idea of moving to Maine was even more appealing.
I was the director of a tutoring clinic at the time, and we had hundreds of students from Kindergarten through twelfth grade. I wondered how the kids were processing this, and if we were even going to open for the day. I thought about how to best deal with all the questions the students were most likely to ask.
Most of all, I remember bouncing back and forth between angry and scared. I wanted revenge, but I also feared it all escalating into something larger and more damaging.
I was grateful not to be living in New York, but also wished that I was still there.
It was a day of total conflict, and one I will never forget…