i wasn't going to post today, but after reading some of your 9/11 stories, i couldn't help but reflect on mine. and every once in awhile, apart from being a knitting blog, i look at this as kind of a record of my life. so it seems only appropriate that one of the most vivid memories in my life should be recorded here. knitting content tomorrow.
each of us has our own story of that day. for me, it was a day that forced me out of my naive thinking. it made me see the world we live in for the first time. and it made me scared. i remember waking up to the radio that morning hearing the local dj interviewing a starbucks barista in new york over the phone. she was describing the chaos. i had a hard time understanding what was going on so i got up and turned on the tv in my living room. i can't even recall exactly what i saw but i believe the second plane had just struck. i called my dad. "did you see what happened?" in my head i had no idea what was going on, were we at war? was the whole country under attack? and then i got dressed and drove to work.
on my way in to the office, the pentagon was hit. i listened to the radio gripping my steering wheel and staring at the seattle skyline. were we next? the columbia tower was in front of me as i crossed over the ship canal bridge. i couldn't help but be struck with fear. the unknown made me nervous. but what really kept going through my mind was, am i really going into work? is it really business as usual? and in typical american fashion, it was. i still put in my 8 hours that day. i may have surfed the internet more than normal, but i worked.
and i thought is was ridiculous. let us go home and be with our families. let us try and make sense of what was happening. but my responsibility that day was clearly to my employer. it felt very wrong. besides the sheer horror of the events of the day, that is what i remember the most. working.
the fall of 2001 made me feel more like an adult than i ever had before (i was 26 then). i experienced september 11th, a terrible break up and watching my uncle die of cancer. my view of life has never been the same. but after these 5 years the thing i have come to know the most is not to live in fear. will another attack happen? sadly, i think so. but will it control my actions and my belief that more of us in this world want peace than not? no.
we all have our own story. it is what still bonds us after 5 years.