September 11, 2001 was like any other day, so I thought. My alarm went off and I pushed it a couple of times before sitting up in bed in a groggy haze, staring at the wall. I grabbed the remote to turn the TV on like I did every morning only what I saw on the news was bizarre. They were saying a commercial plane hit one of the World Trade Center twin towers. What. Those towers are so tall. How could any pilot not see that? I sat there in amazement on what I thought was a tragic accident. I finally went in the bathroom to take a shower and get ready for work.
When I got out of the shower, I turned to the TV to hear more about the plane running into the twin tower. To my horror, another plane hit the other tower. Like many others, I realized this was no accident. I felt myself slowly falling to my bed where I sat glued to the TV and not wanted to believe what I was watching was real, but it was. I managed to get ready for work and kept the news on while on my drive. Everyone at work had their radio on and not much got done that day. After hearing about both towers collapsing, we were shocked to hear about the plane which crashed in PA and the other which hit the Oval Office. Suddenly, my somewhat save little world was being attacked.
This happened on a Tuesday and from that day and the entire week there was nothing on TV but stories about this tragic event. I watched it all crying for what happened to my country and for all the souls who lost there lives. It was heart wrenching watching all that suffering.
In 2002, my family and I were visiting my relatives and friends who live in RI, PA, MA, and NH. We decided to take a detour to New York and spend a couple of days there. The city was on high alert just a year later and they were happy to have visitors. The prices of the rooms were very affordable. We stayed in a suite in the Mayflower across the street from Central Park. One of the places we made sure to see while there was Ground Zero. A year later and there were visible signs of the tragic event. Some of the buildings surrounding the area had blacken and broken windows with holes throughout the walls. There was an entire building covered in what looked like a giant sheet. The hole where the towers once stood was huge and deep. An entire square block was a memorial with lots of pictures, items, and written words by the many visitors. We added our thoughts on a banner hanging on a fence. The many small shops and businesses along this block had pictures of what their place looked like the next day. Every place was covered in heavy ash. Standing there looking at the enormous hole, tears flowed from my eyes remembering what happened in this spot just one year earlier.
I went back to Ground Zero in 2005 with my Mother, daughter and cousin. We stayed at the Embassy Suite which is located right next to Ground Zero. As a matter of fact when we looked out our window we could see it. I still had the same feelings of sadness that I felt three years earlier when I was there with my family.
Ground Zero 2002:
Ground Zero 2005: