6'0 tall, former athlete, mother of 3, struggling to keep up on the RUN of daily life.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

God Bless America

10 Years ago I was in college, recovering from a knee injury and starting my Masters degree at Gonzaga. 10 years ago our country suffered a scary and devastating attack. I watched on the news hardly able to fully understand the scope of what was happening. It was a dark time, it was a quiet time, it was a somber time. As a college student things that happen outside of the campus hardly seem to make a dent in daily life, but that day and the days that followed everyone was clearly impacted. Seeing the images and reading books which spell out what it felt like to be on the site are haunting, seems more like something out of Hollywood than a historical event just 10 years ago.

Today I ran a 5K, I wore Red, white and sparkle blue and put my hand on my heart during the national anthem to honor my country and those who were lost on 9-11 and the men and women who continue to fight to keep us safe. A lump formed in my throat as the bagpipes played and we had a moment of silence. I WILL NEVER FORGET!!

  • Where were you on 9-11?


XLMIC said...

I was getting my oldest son who was then 2 ready for his first 'full' halfday of preschool. And pulling things together for a family trip to Portland, Maine that was supposed to take place on the 12th. I was in big denial for a few days.

Kathy said...

I was taking a shower getting ready to go to work when my husband called me out because he saw what was happening on the news. I began calling my sister who lived in Manhatten at the time over and over until we finally got word she was fine hours later...such a sad/surreal day.

Amanda@runninghood said...

Driving into work...my classroom of 3rd graders. My very first year of teaching. A classroom full of scared and confused kids. I was one of them.

congrats today Mel.

fancy nancy said...

I was a brand new teacher of 37 non-English speaking immigrant first graders!! Our school was pretty close to the airport in Boston so we went on instant lock down. I just remember how I tried as hard as I could not to let the kids know anything scary was happening. Some of them had traveled months to escaped the terror that was happening that day! I spent much of the afternoon assuring their parents that they would be safe on Wednesday and going forward. Then I went back to my apartment and watched all night with my two roomies who were from NYC. I will never forget!

Kurt @ Becoming An Ironman said...

This might just give away my relative age, but I was in high school math class when another teacher popped his head in to say "Hey Blanchard [our math teacher], a plane just hit the twin towers in NYC." Our teacher and us didn't believe it and kept on going. Next period, more people seemed to have heard the same thing. That day at school was pretty much chocked up to watching the news in every class.

I had been to the twin towers as a kid with my family. We have one of those cheesy family photos from inside and that took on a lot more meaning that day.

Mary said...

I was a college student at the University of Tampa. I was up early, reading, and my phone rang, waking up my Roomie. It was my best fring from home hysterical. How was my mom, had she heard from my dad? Me, oblivious, I spoke to them the night before, everyone was fine. Her: turn on the Tv. Me: what channel? Her: every channel.
I dropped (and broke) our phone. The second plane hit.
My father worked World Trade.
I spent the day glued to the TV and attached to a phone that someone else down the hall lent to me. Waiting with my mother 3000 miles away to get word.
At 3pm a co worker of my father called my mom. He had seen my dad. He helped evacuate the day care after sending his entire floor home when the first plane hit. (his office was in building 5, it fell later that night). He had a 9am meeting on 86th floor of tower 2.
At 7pm he called my mother from the train station near our house he had walked to mid town and gotten on the second train out.
10 years later, I still cannot watch footage from that day. I am truly blessed

Susan said...

Just entering the Area Firearms Office in northern British Columbia where I worked. A co worker brought in a television and so the horror played out over and over for my eight hour shift. As those imagines burned into my mind I became terrified of flying and did my own 'racial profiling' whenever I HAD to fly. I've since spent thousands of dollars to rid my fear of flying so I can enjoy my life again, although I will never forget that day and what those unfortunate victims went through and are still going through. Good for you wearing your red, white and blue yesterday! I did a half marathon yesterday and I wish I had of worn something to commemorate that tragic event.

Heather said...

I was a teacher in the suburbs of dc with kids whose parents worked in the Pentagon. I wrote a recap on my bloggy if you want to read it!