years ago, I was awakened by the sound of my husband pounding up the
stairs, two at a time, shouting to turn on the television. I groggily
got up and followed him to the TV. Screaming, smoke, confusion...I
didn't know what I was looking at. Father was on the phone with his
mother. He explained: a plane - the big kind - had flown into one of
the World Trade Towers. I stood there horrified while babies played at
my feet. After about ten minutes he went back downstairs. I was still
staring transfixed at the screen when there were fresh shouts and
screams and the camera swiveled around in the sky. My heart in my
throat, I watched another plane slide into the remaining
tower. My screams brought my husband and he held me while we stood
there in disbelief. We realized the first plane had not been an
accident. I looked at him and wondered if the world was coming to an
end. My oldest pulled on my legs and asked why Mommy was crying. Her
innocent face. How do you explain this to a two-year-old child? I told
her a lot of people had been hurt and Mommy was very sad. The reports
and the horror did not end. The towers collapsed on top of any
survivors and the rescuers. Another plane crashed in Pennsylvania. [We
lived in Pennsylvania, close to New York.] Another plane into the
Pentagon. All flights grounded.
reported to the hospital early that day. Our three hospitals were some
that were designated to receive transfers from New York hospitals to
make room for the thousands of expected wounded.
They didn't come.
stood abandoned at local bus stations. The people in our community who
had taken them to New York never came home to claim them. I still have
the newspapers from the fourteen days following September 11th, showing
the bleak faces of the bus station personnel, the portraits of the dead.
My cousin, who worked in the Towers, was not heard from
until a few days later when the call got through.
And St. Nicholas Greek Orthodox Church, which had stood in the shadow of the Towers,
was completely buried.
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Memory Eternal to all those who lost their lives that day.
Evil is still alive and well in the world...
...Lord have mercy on the suffering and martyred Christians,