5 Moving September 11th Quotes

I noticed the quiet also today...and in the days leading up to today.  Have we forgotten that it occurred?  I don't think so.  Have we forgotten to remember?  Yes, sadly...I hope it doesn't take another terrorist act just as bad or worse to force us to unite as Americans again...

I so remember this day.When the first plane hit I thought it was by accident.I was coming out of a store when I heard about the second plane.I looked around everywhere and must have looked stuned when my daught in law asked what was wrong.I told her it couldn't be the end of time because I'm still here.I will never forget that she told me well you can't leave me here I want to go to.This was such a tragedy I was so upset about all the innocent people looseing there lifes and being hurt for no reason.I think this brought our country to it's knees.God bless america and all the wonderful men and women who fight to keep us safe.

I remember that day so vividly from what I ate that morning until when I went to bed early the next morning. I was driving to work and the radio show i was listening to was interrupted with breaking new about the first plane hitting. There was so much confusion in the first few minutes. I pulled into work 5 minutes later and the Dr I worked for had the news story playing on the t.v.'s in the office, and in the waiting room and we watched as tragically the 2nd plane hit. I don't think it is that we as Americans have forgotten; I think that as time goes on; yes we will talk about it and it will be replayed on t.v. every anniversary; but i think that we as Americans are trying to focus on the positive. I was driving into work today and on the radio they dedicated the first half of the morning show to 9/11. And then the national anthem played and I started to cry. My mother lost one of her best friends in the plane that crashed into the pentagon and I cried today not only for her but for all of the victims and their families and in disbelief that it has been 11 years already and it still tugs on my heart. I think while yes there are news shows and 9/11 coverage today; a lot of  people are remembering in their own way quietly today with prayers or tears but we will always remember and never forget.

It didn't seem that way to me this year. At a little after 9:00 this morning I tuned into channel 4 when they were reading the names, they were up to "C" last names at the time. When my dad came over at about 10:00, he watched with me up until the end at about 12:15. Well, I was back and forth with my daughter and chores but I caught a good amount of it. We're New Yorkers and needless to say it hits home with us, especially my dad who was working a couple blocks away from the towers.

Then I learned that this year, no politicians spoke at this time, it was only the names being read and to me, that is much more appropriate. My newspapers today were filled with 9/11 stories including how it's now being taught in schools, especially to children not old enough or even alive yet on that day. Later on in the day, my local park had a decent vigil and I was able to reflect a bit on me then, me now, and NY then, NY now. Then facebook ofc had a lot of posts from friends and family so I would say this 9/11 was not a bad one.

I remember this day, but because of my age, I remember it like it was a nightmare. I was sitting in my high chair trying to write my name with spilled applesauce when my mom got a phone call from my grandma saying "Turn on the TV! Planes just crashed into the World Trade Center!" I watched in horror, trying to make sense of the burning building and the words I couldn't even begin to understand. Then the second plane went in. My parents realized it wasn't an accident and started to panic. I was crying. My ordinary little life had somersaulted in a second. What was happening? People were jumping out the windows and running every which way, and I was terrified. Then the screen cut to another burning building shaped like a pentagon (I'm wording this like I thought at the time. I know what it is.) The two buildings with the smoking craters came back into focus. Then one building collapsed onto itself and turned to dust in seconds. I screamed as I saw it coming down. Where was this happening? Could we be affected here at home? The second building fell to ground, and then they were gone. It would be nine years of crying, confusion, and questions before I finally got the story of what happened. But eleven years later, the story is still coming together. I would like to offer my condolences to anyone who lost a family member in the attacks. That must be very hard for them even now. God Bless America.