September 11th!

MY VIEWS | | September 10, 2010 at 7:46 pm

I can still remember the day. I am more that is true for almost anyone that was in the USA (and outside) on that day. I was at the gym (yes, those were the days) in the morning in the same building I worked, and was already running late up to work. I was sitting at a meeting and a colleague got a call on the cell-phone and mentioned the State building was on fire. I really thought nothing of it, I assumed it was some electrical fire in the State building in Boston. Then as news poured in we all sat shell-shocked. No-one spoke or could function.

My manager pulled up his radio, a rarity in an office of software engineers, and we listened in a drone-like state of unbelievable news after news of the building falling. The fact that 2 of the 4 planes left from Boston chilled me to the bone, especially since I had been on a plane a week earlier to see my then fiancée, my now husband , who lived in DC. And then to give me further shivers news was one flight had gone down at the Pentagon area. The phone lines were brought to a stand-still and it was several hours later before I was reassured hearing his voice. A voice that many could not hear from their loved ones who had fallen that day.

This was not supposed to happen here. I mean I came straight out of the embers of South Africa’s riots and it took me forever to finally realize I could sleep safe in a place without burglar bars. It rocked my world to realize nowhere is safe, and nothing is forever. Another reason to cherish the here, the now!

2 Comments

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    Barb says:

    Beautiful post Niri. I can’t believe it has been 9 years.

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    holly says:

    Thanks for your post. I also can’t believe it has been 9 years, it feels like yesterday. I was working in my office in midtown when it happened and went into the boardroom with everyone else to watch the events unfold. When I left the office to walk home, amongst all the other New Yorkers, I knew life would never be the same again.

    My husband (we were newlyweds) was a few blocks from the WTC and walked nearly 100 blocks to get home to me. I have always been thankful that he made it home.

    That was the day I became an official New Yorker. Born and bred in Atlanta, no one can ever call me a southerner again. This is my home, it’s forever in my heart.

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