When traveling to New York from Philly, the New York skyline is amazing to see simply because of how huge it is. Philly is nothing to shake a stick at, but it pales in comparison. The best part was when you are about to enter the Lincoln Tunnel and as you are coming off the ramp, the skyline smacks you in the face. It’s so close at that point and then in a flash it’s gone.
The size of those two buildings was almost frightening.
But they’re gone…
Still to this day, whenever I see a plane flying overhead I think of the twin towers.
What really happened and why? I’m sure we all have our thoughts.
Personally that day was the true shock and awe.
So many lives lost and I don’t think we as people will ever come to grips with the enormity of what went down. Whenever I see a movie with the towers as the backdrop, I stare. I don’t stare only because they’re no longer there, but because of what that day meant personally.
I picked up a side job working in retail. Around 9 am phones began to ring. We turned on a TV and saw what we thought was a World Trade Center fire. An architect shopping at the time explained what really happened just as the second tower was hit. It was crazy to see. She then referenced her expertise in architectural design and assured everyone the towers and the other 5 buildings that made up the World Trade Center, would not fall.
Then they did. All 7 were destroyed.
She ran out of the store very upset and the conspiracy theorist in me began to surface, albeit with reticent apprehension.
You could hear people crying. My mouth was opened and all I could think of was my family. There was talk of the Pentagon or the White house being hit, so I just wanted to get out ot there. My wife (at the time) picked me up and driving felt surreal. She’d already picked up the kids. My son was cool, but my daughter was crying because all she wanted to do was sit in my lap even though I was driving.
So we arrive home and immediately turn on the TV to see a bunch of smoke and hear sirens. My daughter jumped on my lap and she didn’t leave it the rest of the day. I remember her saying, “Daddy are the planes going to hit our house?” She was only four at the time. Even though I assured her nothing would happen, I honestly didn’t know.
A couple of days pass and because of Bush addressing the nation, all the camera angles, the sound of impact and images of people jumping, anger began to set in.
The anger was mainly about how we were going to respond. My business partner–at the time–and I would get into heated discussions on who and what we as a nation were supposed to be mad at. He was in the Army and stationed at Guantanamo Bay so I understood his mindset but definitely didn’t agree. It got so bad, our other business partner had to moderate.
It wasn’t difficult to conceptualize this was about oil and Afghanistan, but again, I understood his mindset.
Crazy, but all the drama put life in perspective and my marriage, job and business all began to crumble simultaneously.
I wasn’t the only one. Many of my friends marriages were in peril. I still wonder what that was all about.
I could go on but I wanted to get your thoughts on then and now, why and how. This is how I was affected. Of course you don’t have to get as personal as I for the sake of the story as I, but try to be as honest as possible.
Here’s a video sent to me by NYOIL 9/13: