Posted this on FB yesterday, figured I would share it here-
In September of 2001, I was spiraling into depression - and on this day, 12 years ago, I was attempting to sleep through Drawing 110. However, my phone started ringing around 9 am, and rather than unplug it entirely, I picked up the phone - it was my friend Sarah calling, and I remember exactly what she said - "Turn on the TV." And I did, and that's pretty much where I stated the rest of the day, watching the screen, numb with horror. My phone rung off the hook that morning - family members and friends calling to make sure I was okay, to connect, to feel a little less alone on this frightening day. I spent the day in a grep*sailormoon AIM chat, talking to people from all over the place - one girl's uncle was a firefighter in the city, and she couldn't get a hold of him and was afraid he was dead. Others shared their experiences - they watched it on the news, they were near the city and saw the planes go overhead, they were worried about loved ones... I remember realizing my dad was supposed to be in the city that week, and often went to the World Trade Center for work, and panicked until I managed to get a hold of him on the phone (he ended up going back home two days early, otherwise he would have been there). The thing I remember most about September 11th is how everyone came together to support one another - people who hardly knew each other were reaching out to others and helping them. No matter whether it was at ground zero, or online, or anywhere... we were there for each other. I won't get into my feelings about what's happened since then, or my opinions about our country - but I will remember, and I will especially remember the spirit of caring, of community, of togetherness that came to be in light of that horrible event.