I still need to write part two of my last blog, but I thought this topic deserved a blog entry. On Sunday we will observe the 10th anniversary of the September 11 events. I’m sure I’m not alone in thinking, “How could it already be 10 years?” It is one of those days and time periods that I will never forget. I’m sure I’ll still be able to tell my future children very specific details when they are old enough to understand.
I thought I’d share some of my memories of that day. I always find it interesting to hear other people’s memories of 9/11. What were they thinking, what did they notice, and what will they never forget? I was a junior in high school on September 11, 2001. I can tell you exactly what I was wearing; a navy blue Strawberry Shortcake hoodie and jeans – it was always cold in our school. I had just left my 1st period art class and was on my way to my 2nd period science class. During passing period the office came over the loud speaker, all I could make out due to the noise in the hallways was, “a plane has it the trade center.” I was super confused…why would they be coming over the loud speaker during passing period to tell us about a plane hitting something? I thought for sure it must be local or why would they tell us in that manner. I got to the locker I shared with my friend, Maria, she wasn’t there, but the girl that had the locker next to us was and I said, “Where did that plane hit? Indianapolis?” She looked at me with total disgust and said, “No, the World Trade Center is in New York City.” Yikes – sorry! I couldn’t fully hear the message and I couldn’t wrap my brain around why they would come over the loud speaker to tell us about something in New York; that just didn’t make sense to me. They’d never informed of us any big news in that way.
So, confused and annoyed that the girl I had asked was so short with me I went on to 2nd period, Mr. Davis’ class. When I walked in the room he already had the TV on to one of the major new channels. I still was not sure what had happened/what was happening. There were a few people in the room and they were all glued to the TV, so I sat down and literally right as I looked up to the TV I saw the second plane hit. I remember everyone gasping at once. My mind was racing, I remember thinking, “What is happening?! Why is this happening?!” I don’t remember if I got more details from the TV or people around me, but when I started putting together that this was not an accident and that we were being attacked one constant thought kept echoing in my head: “This is it, the world is over.” Yes, NYC and Washington are far from Indiana, but this kind of thing didn’t happen to America and I never thought it would. I don’t remember freaking out, I remember staying quiet for the most part and listening to the news and others around me. Right after I saw the second plane hit I heard a plane over the school. I remember holding my breath and thinking this is it…they are coming for us too. Now, why would terrorists target a high school in rural Indiana? But, then again, why do they do anything they do? I don’t know, I just thought we were under total attack. Thankfully we weren’t.
The rest of the day was kind of a blur of going from class to class and all we did was watch the news. I remember some parents coming to get their kids out of school. My dad was at work and my mom was actually out of town in Cleveland. This worried me; I didn’t like her being far from home with all this going on. She wanted to come home, but couldn’t right away, the highways were gridlocked and flying wasn’t an option. Looking back I’m kind of surprised I didn’t panic. I think I was just so scared, sad and confused that I couldn’t panic. It was a feeling I’ll never forget and hope I never feel again. Once school ended I remember calling my dad. I don’t remember our conversation, but I know we both asked if the other was ok and I asked if he’d spoken to my mom, he had and she was fine. From there I know what happened, but can’t remember the exact order. After school I went two places before I went home: my friend Candice’s house and a gas station. I don’t know which place I went first or who told me to go to the gas station and fill up, it was either my dad or Candice’s mom. I also remember watching the news some at Candice’s house and talking to her mom. At some point I did go to a gas station. It was chaos and like nothing I’d ever seen. I got in the very long line…most people were just standing outside their car waiting. I was finally able to get gas. The panic for gas was probably because prices would go up and would gas be readily available anymore? At least that was my thinking because remember I thought it was the beginning of the end. When I got home I don’t remember much other than my youngest sister being very scared and extremely worried that my mom wasn’t home, she was 11 years old at the time.
Everything else all runs together from that day and those following. I remember my mom getting home a few days later and being VERY relieved to see her. I remember feeling a lot of emotions and swearing I’d never get on a plane again (well, I have many times since). To be honest after that day my day to day life didn’t really change. I guess the biggest thing for me is that I always get a little nervous on flights or at large gatherings of people, like the Indy 500. I remember the first 500 I went to after 9/11 I was really nervous thinking this would be an ideal target. That thought still crosses my mind…even at something like a Colts game, but it’s just for a second. I was one of the lucky, unlike those poor people on the planes & in the buildings and their families. I can’t even begin to imagine what they went through, felt & deal with today. The next time I remember 9/11 hitting me was that first Christmas. I watched the lighting of the tree in Rockefeller Center on TV. They had the tree lit in all red, white & blue lights. Out of nowhere I started crying really hard…it was a mix of sadness and being proud of our country. Today I am still saddened and still proud and the 10th anniversary reminds me of that.
To wrap this up I wanted to tie it to dogs, because after all this is a dog related blog. Many dogs and their handlers were heroes on that day and the days following just like the brave first responders. Search and rescue dogs are amazing and deserve a lot of credit as do the people that train and work with them. Although I don’t know of an exact case I can promise you that dogs out there were used in different forms of therapy to help victims and first responders. I can also say with 100% confidence that dogs around the country were there for all of us if we needed a shoulder to cry on or just sit with quietly. They knew something was wrong and that we were all hurting, they felt it too. I watched the end of Titanic the other day and got tears in my eyes and Georgia knew I was upset and was right next to me, so without a doubt she would have felt my emotions and been there for me on September 11th if she’d been around. So, on September 11th and any day for that matter, hug your dogs, hug your people and be thankful you are here and proud of our country and its heroes…humane and canine!