September 10, 2019
I write this as a reflective post. Eighteen years ago today the World Trade Center was still standing in its home - downtown Manhattan.
The twin towers saw its last full day, the workers of the towers left their offices at the normal work time; it was the typical Monday for them all...
September 10, 2001 was a Monday.
It was work as usual. The start of a new week.
Tuesday morning began just as they all knew until the 8 o'clock morning hour.
The weather was perfect. Blue skies, mid-80s, not a cloud anywhere.
The west coast was still sleeping (or perhaps some were just rousing from their alarm clocks).
Some compare the 9/11 tragedies to Pearl Harbor day, but 9/11 affected the usual work day of thousands of civilians in major cities - using planes!
It wasn't just the twins that were targeted, but the Pentagon and the White House. Thankfully the passengers of the plane flying to D.C. diverted it and crashed in Shanksville, PA.
What was I doing that day? I was living my first life when I was going through nursing lectures at the hospital. The bootcamp of my health care education. I was sitting in class, we were just given a morning break. Our little ten minute break was becoming a twenty minute break. I didn't care. I was bored and I really didn't like nursing. It was just part of my developmental life process.
So twenty minutes out from our break and other students were getting antsy. Finally a teacher comes in and discloses that the twin towers were struck by planes and were burning. The faculty were just gawking at their TVs while we were sitting in the classroom unaware of it all.
There was a girl who was immediately deployed the moment the first tower was struck, but she didn't know it yet because her phone was off (a strict and enforced rule of class). She was with the National Guard. The moment we were told, she turned on her phone (despite the rule), heard her voice mail messages, and stormed out from the hallowed halls of nursing forever. She never returned. In a way I was jealous that she was deployed because she was on her way to the city to help. I wanted adventure like that. I wanted to be free like that. I was anything but free at that time.
I write this as a reflective post. Eighteen years ago today the World Trade Center was still standing in its home - downtown Manhattan.
The twin towers saw its last full day, the workers of the towers left their offices at the normal work time; it was the typical Monday for them all...
September 10, 2001 was a Monday.
It was work as usual. The start of a new week.
Tuesday morning began just as they all knew until the 8 o'clock morning hour.
The weather was perfect. Blue skies, mid-80s, not a cloud anywhere.
The west coast was still sleeping (or perhaps some were just rousing from their alarm clocks).
Some compare the 9/11 tragedies to Pearl Harbor day, but 9/11 affected the usual work day of thousands of civilians in major cities - using planes!
It wasn't just the twins that were targeted, but the Pentagon and the White House. Thankfully the passengers of the plane flying to D.C. diverted it and crashed in Shanksville, PA.
What was I doing that day? I was living my first life when I was going through nursing lectures at the hospital. The bootcamp of my health care education. I was sitting in class, we were just given a morning break. Our little ten minute break was becoming a twenty minute break. I didn't care. I was bored and I really didn't like nursing. It was just part of my developmental life process.
So twenty minutes out from our break and other students were getting antsy. Finally a teacher comes in and discloses that the twin towers were struck by planes and were burning. The faculty were just gawking at their TVs while we were sitting in the classroom unaware of it all.
There was a girl who was immediately deployed the moment the first tower was struck, but she didn't know it yet because her phone was off (a strict and enforced rule of class). She was with the National Guard. The moment we were told, she turned on her phone (despite the rule), heard her voice mail messages, and stormed out from the hallowed halls of nursing forever. She never returned. In a way I was jealous that she was deployed because she was on her way to the city to help. I wanted adventure like that. I wanted to be free like that. I was anything but free at that time.
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