nmah4176.xml

nmah4176.xml

I have routinely flown the Flag, but, certainly, after September 11th, seeing it waving proudly from my porch is comforting in a new way.

Like many of us, I have been more reflective, taking time to savor moments, family, friends.

Of course, the horror of it all probably is, initially, most striking but, a year later, I recall the stories of those who helped, the incredible courage of the firemen, policemen, municipal employees, the public outpouring of national grief, support and pride.

It started like most any other morning. I had finished my 11-7 work shift at our local nursing home and was reading the paper--savoring a cup of strong, black coffee with the tv mumbling softly in the background. My consciousness was redirected to a breaking news story--a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center---and I watched the activity unfold trying to imagine the panic, fear, and tragedy of the event those immediately involved must be experiencing---and, then, a second plane----------?????? My mind started to race---TWO planes hitting the Towers??? This COULDN'T be merely an unfortunate "accident"----I watched as Firemen, Policemen and regular "Joes" raced to help and was horrified when the first, then the second Tower, fell as rescuers tried to help--Then the Pentagon and Pa---Disbelief, fear, confusion and horror replaced my usual complacent demeanor.

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2002-09-11