Looking back on today.

I write today not about poetry but in remembrance. It has been 7 years ago today since the attacks on the World Trade Center, the Pentagon and also United Flight 93, which landed in Pennsylvania. My prayers go out to all of humanity today. It’s interesting remembering back 7 years ago as the blogger below me (Emily) has provoked me to do. I am originally from Connecticut, a state where the majority of businessmen and women commute the short 45-minute train ride into NYC every business day. However, the year of the attack I was living in Massachusetts. I remember being in history class and looking up at the clock. My class ended at exactly at 8:45 am. Only ONE minute before the attack on the first tower of the World Trade Center happened. My school tried to withhold the information of the attacks as late in the day as possible, but teachers began protesting that idea and forced the administration to alert the students. They finally did and at 1:25 pm, I found out about the September 11th attacks. School was let out early, and for the first time in a long time both of my parents were at the bus stop waiting to pick me up. My dad worked in Boston in the Prudential building, the state authorities claimed that his building was the #1 Boston building at risk (because of its height) and therefore asked to clear the building and go home until further notice. I remember walking down my cul-de-sac and feeling my mom’s hands tremble. The rest of the day, my family of six sat together and watched news reports, video clips, and discussed the events of the day. There were no play dates, no sports practices, and no meetings. It was just us, trying to piece together everything that had happened. So, today when I look back, it seems crazy to me that it’s been 7 years, because I really can (and I'm sure others do to) remember like it happened yesterday.