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September 11, 2001:
I was a student at NDSU and living in a teeny apartment close to campus. Recently single, I was nursing a heartbreak and several mugs of beer after my bartending shifts.
What I didn't know then was that society was about to change, and my broken heart was minuscule compared to the rest of the world.
On the morning of September 11, 2001, I woke up to The Today Show. At 8:02 a.m. (central time) I learned that a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center. I thought it was an accident, but just minutes later, I heard that second tower of the WTC had been annihilated, the Pentagon had been attacked, and Flight 93 had crashed.
I will never, ever, EVER forget the angst of that day and the months following. I don't need to elaborate; we all have the horrible images etched in our memories.
I made it to school the next day, but the silent and mournful faces on the sidewalks and in the classroom were eerie. I remember sitting in my Child Development class while a jet flew over our building. We all looked at each other with a terrified expression and literally ducked for cover.
We're all still hurting. I don't think the pain will go away. Several days after September 11th, 2001, I was visiting with a friend who said, "We're going to be scared for the rest of our lives, and our children's lives, and their children's lives." Too right. America will never be the same.
I can't imagine how the families and friends of the victims have suffered. The thought makes me cringe.
I don't have the words or thoughts to express my sadness. I can't even write about this anymore. I'm sorry. My heart aches. Sending prayers.