I was in a meeting at work. A regular, monthly meeting to discuss the issues our department was facing, achievements and such. I remember returning to my desk to find people milling about and looking solemn and nervous. Then my supervisor walked up the aisle to announce that while we were in our conference room, the Twin Towers had been hit.
I didn’t know anyone that worked there. I didn’t even know anyone in the New York area. I took my scheduled break, a bit stunned, and walked down to the cafeteria. Televisions were lined up playing the news stories and I stopped to watch. As I stood there, unsure and shaken, I prayed. I prayed for the safety of the airline passengers, grim as their outcome was. I prayed for the thousands of employees in the building. I prayed for the citizens of the city in and around the buildings. And I prayed for the good people trying to help them all. And as I prayed, which is not a common thing for me to do, I cried. I stood and watched and cried. And even as I type these words, the tears well up once again. Never had I felt so concerned, so yearning to help and so utterly helpless all at the same time. After sufficient exposure to the incident, I wandered, in a daze, back to my desk.
There’s no answer as to why. There’s nothing that will satisfy our questions. To this day, if I watch any show detailing what happened that day, I sob uncontrollably. Even the Challenger explosion had not affected me to this extent. Seeing a tragedy like this is earth shaking. I cannot even fathom the fear those people experienced or the hopelessness they faced.
So, to remember this day, I send my loving prayers and thoughts to each person affected by this day. The families, the friends, the strangers. All of us. All of you. My heart hurts on this day every year to think of the lives that have been lost. And it fills with joy to know that we came together to help each other get through it with love and understanding and empathy. Please remember this day always and forever.