9 Years

NYC 2010

I remember exactly where I was when I heard about the planes crashing into the World Trade Center towers. It was my 2nd year in college and my old freshman roommate, Travis, called me and said “a plane just crashed into the world trade tower”. I think I had recently woken up and I thought he was kidding, that is until I turned on the news and saw the heartbreaking video of the towers burning, and ultimately falling.

My cousin lives about 2 blocks from ground zero, working in finance, so me and my cousins were trying to get a hold of him to see if he was alright. thankfully he got the message out he was safe and ok.

I remember phone lines being tied up as people tried frantically calling loved ones to make sure they were ok.

I remember sitting on my bed not moving for hours as we watched the towers slowly crumble then fall, dust completely covering the streets of lower Manhattan.

I remember how my heart sunk in my chest as my brain was trying to convince me that this was real, and this did just happen.

I remember going to a local blood donation center with my friend Julia, crackers and cookies in hand to donate blood, only to be turned away and asked to return the following week, as many people had already donated.

I remember all the images and videos that surfaced, creating a frame-by-frame re-enactment of the planes crashing.

I remember the released phone conversations of loved ones on the plane calling their families to say “I love you”, and how that still makes me sad to think about.

I still have the elegy written in Newsweek about the twin towers.

It was a day where every American felt the same overwhelming sadness.

I think this may be to our generation what the Kennedy assassination was to the previous one.

The New York City skyline will never quite be the same again. The new tower being built on the site of ground zero is still under construction. It will be a monument to those who died in this tragedy. It will be a symbol for hope and solace for those who lost loved ones to this deep wound in American history.

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