Its one of those things that you'll never forget where you were or what you were doing. I was living with Kelley and Maria and we were in our 4th year of university. It was a day that Kelley and I were home and lounging around in our jammies. Maria had an early class. Kelley was waiting for a new mattress to be delivered. I was laying in bed reading when she slinked into bed with me (get your minds out of the gutter). We started talking and then her mom called. Hearing only half the conversation I knew it was serious. The TV went on. Kelley and I watching in horror. Tears. Disbelief. Horror.
The images are etched in my mind forever. Many images flash through my mind. I remember watching people jump from the building. It was that bad that they chose to jump.
Families broken forever.
The University was at a standstill. People gathered around the tvs. Staring. Hugging. More tears.
10 years later I can imagine the pain is still fresh for those directly impacted.
It's still hard to understand, to wrap my mind around it.
10 years.
Never Forgotten.
I pray for peace.
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Nice post. I couldn't even organize all my thoughts enough to put a post together.
My experience was similar to yours. I was in my first year of college, living with one of my best friends. She was getting ready for class and I was getting ready for work when another friend called and told us to watch the news.
Horrific.
I went to work but no work was done. No one could function. I remember I tried to call my boyfriend (of 2 years) and I couldn't remember his phone number.
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