The top photo represents the skyline I remember seeing everyday growing up in New York City. I recall walking one day to kindergarten with my mother and asking her what the two tall buildings being built were going to be. She told me that they was going to become some of the tallest buildings in the world.
Close to three decades later in my mid 30's, I remember the events of September 11, 2001 like it was yesterday. I was flying on a plane with my husband to New York City from Tokyo, Japan. Our plane made an "emergency" landing in Canada with no explanation. They did not tell us anything until everyone was out of the plane. In the holding area where we were asked to wait, we watched with horror as both World Trade Center buildings collapsed in a cloud of smoke.
During the following two weeks, our airline could not book us any flights into the United States from Canada, so my husband and I walked across the border into the US, since we were both American citizens. What followed from our walk across the border was a long three weeks being stuck in the United States while my three children remained in Japan impatiently waiting for us. However, during those three weeks, I never felt prouder to be an American. Everywhere I went, people stood and gave those who died a moment of silence. People helped one another and consoled one another. America came together in a way that I had not ever seen... Now, living in the States again, I am reminded of what a great country I am a part of.
My heart goes out to those who have lost someone on that day. May their memories sustain you...
Close to three decades later in my mid 30's, I remember the events of September 11, 2001 like it was yesterday. I was flying on a plane with my husband to New York City from Tokyo, Japan. Our plane made an "emergency" landing in Canada with no explanation. They did not tell us anything until everyone was out of the plane. In the holding area where we were asked to wait, we watched with horror as both World Trade Center buildings collapsed in a cloud of smoke.
During the following two weeks, our airline could not book us any flights into the United States from Canada, so my husband and I walked across the border into the US, since we were both American citizens. What followed from our walk across the border was a long three weeks being stuck in the United States while my three children remained in Japan impatiently waiting for us. However, during those three weeks, I never felt prouder to be an American. Everywhere I went, people stood and gave those who died a moment of silence. People helped one another and consoled one another. America came together in a way that I had not ever seen... Now, living in the States again, I am reminded of what a great country I am a part of.
My heart goes out to those who have lost someone on that day. May their memories sustain you...
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