I was getting ready to begin the day when the Twin Towers were hit. It was about 10:00 am when I made my way into the family room. My aunts were glued to the television set, I thought it was odd that they both were home this early, but didn’t bother to ask for their reasons. I walked over to the older one and asked if she had heard from my grandparents (she had dropped them to catch a flight to LAX earlier ). Her eyes were watery and she said,” We’re under attack.” I looked over at the t.v. and saw the scene of the World Trade Center crumbling down. That afternoon I drove through the streets looking for anything that was open. Most stores were closed, children had been sent home from schools, and parents were rushing home to be with their families. By night the entire block was lined with American flags hanging from the side of garage doors.
At work the next morning, people were solemn but kind. The tragic events of the day before had united us. We were no longer strangers in the hallways or faces without a names. Instead a community faced with uncertainty, fears, and concerns that no one had the answers for.
I remember all of the flags too. People would drive around with them tied to their cars. Symbolism is another form of communication, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteLeah, thank you for sharing your experience. I enjoyed your blog :)
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