The Dark Shadows Of A September Day

It was a beautiful September morning when I arrived at work at 7:30.  The day was packed with appointments, but the most important appointment was a dedication ceremony for the senior class to which my oldest daughter belonged. 

Around 9:12 or so, I was looking out my office window at the trees which were showing some tint of change.  Perhaps, a bird caught my attention.

From the other side of the building a co-worker walked into my office and broke my concentration.  She said that her sister had called her about a plane crashing into the World Trade Center.  My first thoughts and words to her were why would a plane be flying so low?  We thought it was a small plane.

Attempting to get on the internet was useless since the lines were tied up. A number of people were going up and down the halls repeating what they heard.

When my wife and I got to the dedication ceremony at the secondary school about 9:45 am, they had the television playing on the screen in the auditorium.  There would be no dedication ceremony this day.

There was a lot of crying from the students.  Grown-ups were a bit more stoic.

As we stood there in the doorway, able to see our daughter seated safely in the auditorium, the South tower fell; then about twenty-eight minutes later the North tower.  It was surreal.  Dan Rather’s voice had such emotion in it as they watched it from their studio in New York City.

As we all know, as the day progressed, the news got worse.  That night the televisions were still on everywhere as more news kept coming.

The horror of that day is still fresh.  Life became more precious on this planet traversing the cosmos.  We did not know what tomorrow would bring.

One definite thing that I remember as we waited for the line at the gas station to fill our van was the fear on the faces of the people.  The unspeakable had happened.  Life would never be the same for any of us.

A sad realization would grip us in the days and weeks ahead that our world had been shattered like stained glass into too many pieces to reshape.  Like a broken window the harsh elements of life over there had swept into our lives without warning, without mercy.

Where were you when the world stopped turning?  Do you remember those hours and days in the dark shadows of bewilderment and fear?  How has it affected you and your family?

G. D. Williams       © 2011

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