Daisys and Diamonds
Super_Ideal_Rock
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Why do they hate us so much?
I will never forget that horrific day.
It started out as a sunny and beautiful and just the right temp that September morning. I remember thinking what a gorgeous day. I was walking up the subway stairs and people were staring up at the sky. A huge crowd had gathered right at the subway stairs exit outside. I remember saying excuse me please, excuse me please, because I was late to work. I didn't look up and I couldn't spare a moment to see what the brouhaha was about. We were 2 blocks from the towers. You could see the towers right at the subway stairs as you looked up. I however was just looking straight ahead focused on getting to my destination ASAP as I had patients waiting for me.
Once I managed to leave the subway exit I ran down the block to work where there was a lot of commotion. I said what is happening and I was told they weren't sure. A plane accident. A plane had hit the towers. A few minutes later the whole building shook. It was like an earthquake. All of a sudden the floor was thrown into chaos. The staff and the doctors all not sure what to do. The supervisors made an announcement saying we had to evacuate. Immediately. I went to the office and picked up the phone to call Greg and my mom. I did not have a mobile phone at that time.
Everyone was leaving and my friend Tamara came in and said Missy come with me to my apartment (she lived on the UWS at that time) and she said you cannot go to Brooklyn as it is in the direction of the attack. At that time we were surmising it was a terrorist attack. One plane hitting the building could be an accident. But two? No. Had to be terrorists. But I said Tamara, thank you but no, I have to call Greg and my mom first. And I want to go back to my apartment. My cats were there alone. She was insistent but I was more stubborn. She left. I called my mom who said to me I'm on another call, can I call you back. She had no clue what was happening. I said no I am evacuating and will call you when I get to my apartment. Turn on the news. I called Greg. He said he had to stay at the office. I said OK please be careful and I left the building.
I caught the last subway to Brooklyn before they stopped all the trains. It was eery. No one else was on the train but me. Surreal. I got home at 9:35AM or so and was anxious and restless, I called Greg. I called my mom to let them know I was safe and home. I couldn't sit still so I went out to the local grocery shop. Where the TV was on and I saw the towers collapse. Around 10:30 AM I think. I collapsed into tears.
I will never forget. The loss of life that day. The loss of innocence. Mothers and fathers who died leaving their children without their moms and dads. Children dying. Leaving their parents with inconsolable grief. Husbands dying leaving their young wives without a goodbye. Wives dying leaving widowers. And loss of love and life. The heartache that will never leave those who lost loved ones.
The scars of that day have healed somewhat but they will never fully heal. The children that will never be born because of the parents to be that never had a chance to have children because they died that day. And so on and so forth. Because that is how it works. Not just the loss of life that day but the loss of future generations never to be born. The loss of people who died from 9/11 related illnesses. Leaving their families devastated. So much loss and devastation. For what? For hate without reason. No one will ever convince me otherwise. Hate is the poison that will destroy our world. Sooner vs later if we keep going the way we are going.
People vary.
I'm just another audience member watching the big show of humankind.
But I'm rarely satisfied with what's portrayed on stage.
Rather, my curiosity gets fueled.
I want to understand what's really going on behind the stage that results the show on stage.
Religion is the monster behind the 9-11 show's curtain.
And behind the monster's show of Religion is, well, nothing ... besides some folks who know how to manipulate the insecurities and fears of others to make themselves rich and powerful.
Never forget, indeed!
I agree with you Kenny
I hate September, it's the worst month for me, the 11th even more so, in addition to the terrorist attacks I lost 3 people on Sept 11th (different years) my mother-in-law passed of old age, my niece was murdered by her husband and my mother passed from cancer. It's a day I try not to dwell as it's too hard.