9/11/01…It’s Part of My Story

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It is part of my story. I remember where I was. I remember the way the day felt. It was quiet. It was sad, and it was a really long day that seemed to stretch into Wednesday without a pause. I was able to experience this day beyond my college campus because journalists told stories through words and photographs.

I was a Resident Assistant at Central Michigan University. It was my last semester in college before I was going to student teach. I was engaged to be married in December of 2001.

My fiance, who was working at Bank One at the time called me to talk about the events. He told me that they had come together in downtown Kalamazoo and circled to share a prayer and commitment as people of our country. He explained that it was big, and would definitely change our world. Shortly thereafter, our hall director scheduled an emergency meeting. She said that we would need to be extra vigilant, and hall duty that today might be difficult: I scheduled to be on duty and do rounds that evening.

I was not sure what to expect. A few people gathered in the halls whispering about what was happening, but the thing I remember most, was that it was quiet. A regularly noisy hall was without life. I noticed that almost every door was open and the blue television screen plastered with news updates was glowing from the inside.

I took comfort in knowing that America wanted to fight back with pride.

I was drawn to the story that was told that day.

Earlier that year we had watched the movie, Family Man and in one of the scenes New York’s skyline including the Towers was shown. Watching that movie in January of 2001, I never imagined that part of that movie would become a historical artifact later that year.

Each year the anniversary of the terrorist attacks of September 11th has been different. In 2002, I was a first year high school teacher. My students remembered the previous year well. Over the years, it was different to go to school had experience a moment of silence, but now be surrounded by students who were not even born in 2001.

The knowledge my own kids have of this day is very similar to my awareness of the day President Kennedy was assassinated, or Pearl Harbor was bombed. My information comes from text books, and people who were around to experience it.

On this day each year I am reminded of the sadness we experienced as a nation. But, September 11th, was one of the days I have been most proud to be an American”.

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I am a wife, mother, educator, writer, reader and marathon runner. I blog at EnjoyingEveryMile.com and chase my impossible. Follow me on Twitter at @lmcdonell14

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