Seven years ago today, our American world went up in flames…and then tumbled down. Yesterday I was discussing this with my personal trainer, Bob, since we were both living in the area at the time. He was in high school English class in upstate New York. I was right across the Hudson River in my Hoboken apartment. My husband watched the towers fall from his office in New Jersey. Everyone recalls their whereabouts at that moment; it’s forever etched in our memories.
For me, it was the second major blow in regards to violence that year. I had lost Shannon McNamara just 3 months prior, and was still gripped by the fears, anxieties and new reality that appears when you kneel in front of your murdered friend’s open casket. Violence changes you. September 11th further solidified this new violent reality in my mind, but it took awhile. After the first plane hit, I still thought I’d go to work…and I actually commuted to the World Trade Center at the time! But that’s just New York…people used to be immune to crazy stuff like planes flying into buildings. Even the most bizarre stuff gives off a feeling of normalcy in the Big Apple. But not after 9/11/01.
At the time I was working as a temp at Miramax Films just blocks from the World Trade Center. Very easily, I could have been in the building at the time of the explosion, but I was going into work late in order to pick up the brand new Girls Fight Back t-shirts for an upcoming fundraiser. Maybe my angel was looking over me. Maybe even then, the GFB mission simply need to happen.
Right now I am packing a bag, and will soon be on an airplane bound for New York. Every year since 2002, I have flown either into or out of NYC, so it’s become kind of normal for me. But it always makes me think, remember and send up prayers to those we lost on September 11th. And today is no exception.