Thursday, September 11, 2008

september 11

i can't believe it's been seven years. seven years since they hijacked the planes. seven years since the towers came crashing down. seven years since those heroes fell in the field in Pennsylvania. seven years. so many good people were lost that day. so many lives were changed forever. and we're rebuilding. it's been seven years but the first beam of the memorial is already up.


everyone plays the game "where were you when...?" i was in eighth grade. sitting at lunch, they told us there had been a great tragedy. a classmate who had gone to the doctor and had been sitting in the car came back and told me that planes had flown into the twin towers. i thought she was kidding. or had maybe heard wrong. when i got home from school i heard that they'd fallen. i was shocked. it seemed so surreal. the twin towers? gone? they're an integral part of the new york city landscape! I'd driven past them countless times! for weeks we were glued to the radio. everywhere you went people were talking about it. there were pictures all over the place. even now i can close my eyes and see the pictures. the building in flames. smoke everywhere. people jumping out thousands of feet, covered in blood and flames. the many people being carried out by rescue workers. all those who gave their lives to protect and save the victims...

today we're all joined in grief as we mourn the loss of the fallen victims, and celebrate the heroic deeds of the great.

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

So your school never informed the students as to what happened and you hadn't found out until you were dismissed at around 4-5PM? Was this a school in NYC? I was also in 8th grade at the time, the school made a big deal and we got dismissed early.

Yoni said...

at school we turned on the TV and watched it happen. I remember thinking it was a joke, and then I remember being very afraid that more was about to happen. . . :(

The Babysitter said...

I was in eighth grade at lunch too when I heard. I thought they said "world train center" because they said there would be no train service to get home.

I remember seeing papers flying through the air. We collected them on our block thinking it would be some famous historical document. Don't know what happened to those.

The week before my family had taken pictures at a park across from the twin towers and we had pictures of us going on swings or slides or monkey bars with the twin towers behind us, it was really cool.

I haven't seen any live coverage of it, so I never had that image of it burning and people jumping out. But I know it happened. I lost a neighbor in the twin towers. He was niftar al kiddush Hashem.

citizen of brooklyn north said...

Babysitter, it was a horrific, terrifying, horrible death for all the victims. but what makes it death "Al kiddush Hashem"? Just like I don't understand the constant reference to the murdered victims of 9/11 as "heroes". They weren't heroes, but that's not a bad thing! They were innocent victims of intense hate filled violence. Isn't that a good enough label?

frumcollegegirl said...

yea i was kinda wondering what you meant by that as well. did he really give up his life al kiddush hashem? i don't think he was targeted for being a jew. it was really an attack perpetrated on americans.

The Babysitter said...

citizen of Brooklyn north and Frum College girl: I don't know other victoms personally. But what I meant was, that he stayed with a guy in a wheel chair and tried to carry him down the stairs, risking his own life, and he ended up getting stuck, when he could of escaped. That day in Shul he had gone to a shiur and asked the Rav what is the ultimate kiddush Hashem, and he was told that it is to die al kiddush Hashem, and that's what he ended up doing. Not that he planned it.

frumcollegegirl said...

dying al kiddush hashem means that through your death you make a kiddush hashem. people were told to stay in the building. theyp thought it was the end of the world. they thought islamic radicallists had taken over america. i'm not trying to mess your vision of this guy. he definately did a heroic thing.

The Babysitter said...

FrumCollegeGirl: Right, through his death he made a kiddush Hashem, that he risked his own life, to stay with a friend and help the friend out. You can read more about it, on Yeshiva World article or on Youtube or VIN article

rebecca said...

Sweet And Low

(1)

Sweet and low, sweet and low,

Wind of the western sea, ,

Low, low, breathe and blow,

Wind of the western sea!

Over the rolling waters go,

Come from the dying moon, and blow,

Blow him again to me;

While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.

(2)

Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,

Father will come to thee soon;

Rest, rest, on mother's breast,

Father will come to his babe in the nest,

Silver sails all out of the west

Under the silver moon;

Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.

-----by age of conan