The things that happened on September 11th, 2001 around the world affected me a lot. I know exactly where I was. I was at home that day, taking a vacation day. I was working on finishing up a quilt, and my husband called me from his work to tell me to turn on the television, a plane had hit a building in New York City, and a couple seconds after I turned it on - the 2nd tower was hit - and from then on that's all I did, was quilt and watch the tv.
When the buildings started collapsing - that was when I started getting freaked out. Buildings are constructed so that they won't collapse - they are built so that they will last until you tear them down. Especially skyscrapers that are made from steel - if you can't depend on that - what can you depend on?
And then in the following days - the 911 calls, and the reports of people jumping from the buildings - those were the things that really began to affect me. There was one man who was on the phone to 911 on one of the upper floors - screaming for them to do something and come and help him - just as the building started to collapse - so you hear him being demanding and then all of a sudden you hear "Oh my Gaauuuuuu......" - and you know he is turning to dust with the rest of the building. That 911 call haunted me for weeks.
At the time I didn't know it, but I was pretty sick - and it was only 5 months later that my 14 year marriage broke up - and I think that the events of September 11th helped to move it along, for sure.
Life is so fleeting. And short.
I know exactly where I was on September 11, 2001 - in more ways than one. I really wish I could say the world was a safer and better place now, but I don't think it is, unfortunately - which is too bad. But personally - I think I'm in a better place. I dread going back to a life like I had back then. Thank dog for dogs. And fathers. (He might get pissed off if I didn't thank him too, and it's not good to piss off the father!)