The journeys of my head and heart.
I remember my mom calling to ask if I was watching the news. Prior to that, I'd had no idea. I remember watching the second plane enter with absolute disbelief. I remember a lot of tears. Being glued to the TV set for days.I remember praying like I've never prayed before for survivors. I remember anger at the person who used their cellphone to call and pretend to be a survivor trapped in the rubble. I remember people standing in line for hours waiting to donate blood.I remember like it was yesterday.
I was at work, preparing someone's meds at that moment, ears open for residents, catching the words of the TV down the hall. What were those very first words? A plane has flown into...?The shock at that- so many people; how could such an accident happen? I moved on with the medicines, to the next door.A second plane. And America stood silent, breath caught, bracing itself, horrified with the realization this was no accident.And then from everywhere, everywhere, everywhere, help went speeding in.
I remember hearing about the plane crashing in PA, the plane heading for the Pentagon, and wondering what else was coming, when it was going to stop.
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