Today marks the second anniversary of the infamous terrorist attack on America, particularly the devastating attack on the World Trade Center that took the lives of almost 3,000 people. It was the worst terrorist attack in world history, a dubious distinction that will continue to haunt the Bush Administration for its entire tenure.
One question that always came up whenever people remember this event was, where were you, and what were you doing when the terrorist attacks were taking place?
I myself was at home, before going to work. My clock’s alarm, instead of that annoying beeping noise, was the radio instead. And as I woke up grudgingly that day, I heard something on the radio that was very disturbing. The radio announcer kept saying “terrible tragedy” and “shocking turn of events” over and over.
As I got up from my bed, I thought it was yet another report on the Middle East crisis, like the usual Israeli-Palestinian bombing that seems to happen every week. But as I headed for the bathroom, I heard “World Trade Center” and I stopped in my tracks. Now I was beginning to think that maybe there was a fire happening near the World Trade Center and that people were being evacuated. The “tragedy” in my mind was hundreds of people caught inside the building.
Disturbed but still unpreturbed, I took a shower and a few minutes later I returned to my room, only to hear the word “World Trade Center” still being uttered in such a grim voice that I turned up the radio and tried to listen to the details while I dressed.
And then I finally heard the grim details. The twin towers were on fire… BOTH of them. That airplanes have crashed into both of them.
I went out and turned on the TV, thinking that an event of this magnitude would be aired in all news channels. And that’s when I saw the sight that would haunt me for a long time. The twin towers burning, and the huge black smoke erupting from each of them.
For the next hour or two my eyes were locked onto the television screen, as I saw one tower crumble down, and the other follow suit not long after. It was a surreal experience and one that I can’t forget as long as I lived. The World Trade Center has been a landmark for me personally, one of the things I have associated with the United States since I was a kid, next to the Statue of Liberty. I even remember giving it out as an answer as the tallest man-made structure in the world in a grade school quiz bee. And now, they are gone. It was like losing a very good friend. Almost a family member to me.
Shellshocked was an understatement when I finally went to work (I was obviously late coz I watched the terrorist attacks on TV for more than two hours). Everyone at work was grim, and those with radios were all tuned to radio broadcasts of the attack. I didn’t speak more than two words the whole time I was there working. I was still dumbstruck and in a state of bewilderment. I still couldn’t believe it happened, and I couldn’t concentrate on my work. A couple co-workers were sniffling in the corner, and the cubicles were silent… so silent that we could hear the radio broadcast being blared two rooms away.
I asked to go home early because I couldn’t concentrate on my work, and our manager understood and said yes. The wine store I worked in closed early that day, because there were almost no customers, and almost all the employees wanted to go home and watch the news anyway.
By the time I got home, I had already recovered from the shock and watched more of what was still happening in the aftermath of the terrorist attacks. My first reaction was “the people who did this should die a slow, painful death.”
September 11 was the turning point of all the good fortune I was getting that year. I had an appointment with a potential employer on September 14, one that would’ve given me twice the salary I was earning at the wine store, and a job that I really liked. But that appointment was cancelled because of the recent events and they never called me again. A couple months later, I heard they were laying off employees, which explained the cancellation. Since I had already told the wine store that I was leaving and I have even trained my replacement, I was left in limbo. And that was only the beginning of my bad luck.
Suffice to say, 9/11 affected me more profoundly than anything else. I ruined my chances for a better way of life, it delayed my papers, and it brutally opened my eyes to the painful truth, that there is no limit to the evil that the human mind can accomplish…
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