Remembering 9.11. Where were you?
Growing up, I remember people talking about where they were when they learned that President Kennedy had been assassinated, or when Elvis had died. For my generation, the September 11 terrorist attacks is one of the moments in life most of us will never forget where we were, who we were with, or how the rest of that tragic day played out. As we approach the ten-year anniversary of the attacks, I have thought a lot about what I was doing and how I felt on September 11.
When I arrived at work that morning, one of the partners of the small firm I was working for told me the news as I stepped off the elevator. Everyone in the office was huddled around the firm’s one television to see the latest developments, watching in disbelief, and eager to hear more about the missing planes. The same planes that later slammed into the Pentagon and the field in Stonycreek, Pennsylvania. I was in shock, but strangely, I don’t remember crying. At least not at work. In fact, my day played out relatively normally, with depositions in the afternoon. Of course, I was glued to the television that night, when I do remember crying and feeling so much pain for the loss of life, and anger that something so horrifying could happen here. Little did I realize then that the world would never be the same again.
Where were you when you learned of the attacks on 9.11?
Post by: Stacy N. Lilly, Esq.