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It's been eight years already. Where does time go? I was a senior in high school when it happened.
I was in class...one of the girls came in to school late. She said something about a plane hitting the towers, but no one really thought much of it. We all thought it was a small commuter plane, done by accident, just like many people thought at first. After our morning break, we were all called down to the lunch room. I will never forget the look on the faces of everyone as we were told what happened. I was sitting right up front a mere foot or two away from Rabbi Frielich as he told us. I will never forget the tears in his eyes as he tried to remain as calm as he could, although it was hard. It was the first time I ever saw him in tears like that, and I remember hoping I would never have to see him like that again. There was a mad rush ot get to the one pay phone in school...and the guidance counselor let us use the phone in her office...I was the first one that was allowed on it. The rest of the day was a blur, with only one teacher teaching. I remember sitting in most of my classes listening to the radio with one headphone, and the teacher with the other, all of them trying to answer the same questions: "Why?" "How?" We were sent home early and spent the next 36 hours watching TV
I always stop on 9/11 and think back and reflect. I think we all do. This year though it was different. Knowing how close it came to being another name on the list. Knowing how close Wayne (my most recent ex/friend) came to being in the second tower whe it fell. He and his crew were some of the first EMTs/Medics on the scene...and his entire crew was in the 2nd tower when it fell...and none of them came out. He got lucky, a cop pulled him into an empty triage tent. That is the only reason why he wasn't in the second tower. /COLOR]
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