“Beautiful Day” U2 on repeat.
That’s what was playing when my alarm went off in my USF dorm room on September 11, 2001.
I will never forget waking up right before the third plane hit the Pentagon…turning the TV on to Good Morning America in total shock of what was playing across the screen.
Many calls were made to check in with friends & family (social media in its infancy), tears and tears were shed for the lives that were lost – some in front of my very eyes before the media started censoring footage – and for the chaos of the aftermath. Classes were canceled so I sat all day watching in disbelief that THIS had happened! The Mikles opened up the Tampa Corps’ sanctuary for prayer. To do something…I got dressed & went to church. And prayed.
Even though, for me in my little corner of the world, the day was quite uneventful, 9/11/2001 will be ever etched in my mind as a day our nation – my generation and future generations – lost its sense of security & its “never happens to us” mentality.
Out of tragedy & violence came light & unity.
I have visited the World Trade site each time I’ve been to New York & the effect never lessens.