Marc2b
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At that time I would get up early to pick up my niece and take her to school. After I dropped her off my routine was to go home, flip on the news, take a piss, and then doze on the couch until it was time to go to work. That morning I came home and the news was that a small plane had hit the World Trade Center. My first thought was: poor guy, must have had a heart attack. I ignored my need to piss and stood there watching, thinking about the hell those poor people on the top floors must be going through. The thought of terrorism didn’t even enter my mind. That didn’t last, however, because I was only watching for two minutes or so when the second plane hit. I don’t know if I can truly describe my feelings at that moment. Like the newscaster, I was stunned into silence for a few seconds that seemed to drag on a very long time. During those few seconds, as a paradigm of my world was shattered, I thought: we’re under attack. Today is the first day of World War Three. Quite frankly I don’t remember much of what I thought for the next few minutes except that I eventually had to answer the call of nature. When I returned from the bathroom, the first tower was gone and I had another stunned moment of silence as I tried to figure out what I was seeing. Another paradigm shattered. I have only been to New York City once but I, like so many others, associated the city with the Twin Towers. How could you have one without the other? I had hoped to go back to New York city one day and, amongst other things, dine at the famous restaurant, Windows on the World, at the top of the World Trade Center. Now I knew that would never happen and it pissed me off. I know how incredibly self centered and callous that sounds, given how much so many suffered that day, but that is what I was feeling. As events unfolded I remember saying Holy Shit! a lot. I remember hearing one of my neighbors shout, we should nuke all them mother fuckers and let God sort them out! I remember agreeing. It is a good thing for the world that my finger wasn’t on the button that day. Say what you will about George Bush, he kept a cooler head than I would have on September 11th. Eventually I went into work, arriving two hours late (I could get away with it because it is a family business). That afternoon I had to run an errand that was an hour’s drive away. The world looks different somehow, I thought. At first I thought it was my imagination. I assumed I was in a state of shock. But as I drove along, looking at the other people in their cars, walking on the sidewalks, I realized there was something very different. Normally, as we go about our lives, we avoid eye contact with strangers, making such eye contact only when necessary. Not that day. That day everybody looked each other in the eyes. My condolences and my prayers to all the victims and their families and friends. May the Creator grant you peace.
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Do you know what the most awesome thing about being an Atheist is? You're not required to hate anybody!
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