This post was first published in 2011 – the tenth anniversary of the dreaded day. Since then, I have made some changes. We’ve come a long way. Sadly, we’re all a little less trusting and a whole lot more wary. Is this a good thing? Sadly, whether it is or it isn’t, it’s a necessity in today’s world.
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I’m sure there isn’t a soul reading this who doesn’t remember exactly where they were and what they were doing September 11, 2001 when the news came out about the cowardly, terrorist attacks against us all.
I was still living in the Atlanta metro area. I was working in “corporate America” and was just pulling into the parking garage at work. I rushed into the office and everyone was buzzing. We were all completely freaked out. Our office manager was running between our four floors trying to keep everyone calm. Senior management finally decided that our proximity to the Centers for Disease Control was too large a risk, so they sent us all home. No one knew when, if, or where another attack would be.
However, there was a whole lot of good that day (and many succeeding days) to remember. I remember people displaying the American flag everywhere. People actually looked out for one-another. There was a sense of great community and shared compassion. I read a great article on Fox News’ website. I’d like to share it with you. I hope when you click this link you will be able to open it. If not, please cut and paste it in your browser. It’s wonderful! I couldn’t say it any better.
Another story about Roselle (the dog who saved her owner) is here. By the way, she was voted the “hero dog” by the public voting in the American Humane Society site.
One vivid memory I have of the good will everyone had toward each other was how differently people drove that day. Instead of people driving like maniacs (which, trust me, is the norm in Atlanta) everyone was very careful and indulgent of each other. There was no general panic, just a sense that we were all in a very difficult boat and we needed to row together to accomplish anything. That spirit of cooperation seemed to last for many, many days after the initial attack.
Do you have memories to share of the spirit of togetherness and shared experience on 9/11 or thereafter? I’d love to hear about it. I’m sure we all would prefer to remember the good that came about from the attacks, rather than the fear and disgust.