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Thursday, September 11, 2003


Reflections


I remember waking up and fumbling with an angry alarm clock. Turning the dial two notches so the police like siren ceased and the soothing, monotone voices of NPR filled my bed stand. I rolled back into bed. The voice on the radio reported that a plane crashed into the World Trade Center. I remember walking to my shower, vaguely wondering how large of a plane it was.

I finished my shower and poured a bowl of Captain Crunch cereal, clicking the remote control to power on my television. On the news, a reporter stood in front of a smoking world trade center. My first thought was that I had been wrong on my assumption that it was a small plane. My second thought was one of panic. My Dad’s New York Branch was in Tower One. Was he there? He usually has to fly to New York every four or five weeks.

I picked up the phone and dialed my parent’s phone number; my eyes never left the television. As I listened to a slow ring tone I watched as a second plane slam into the world trade center. My dad picked up the phone and I was instantly relieved. He had made his monthly trek to NYC the previous week, and fate, God, angels, whatever you choose to believe in, spared him from the horrors of September 9. Unfortunately many of his co-workers were not so lucky, nearly two hundred perished that morning.

Looking back two years I wonder how much we learned from September 11th. Usual political squabbles set aside, most of our leaders agree that Americans are much safer today than we were two years ago. Still, too few of us take the threat of additional terrorism seriously. While we expect something horrible to happen, most of us don’t expect it to happen to us…but I guess the most you can ever do is prepare for the worst and hope for the best.





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