Tonight I am writing this post from the Lincoln Center plaza. As I sit here listening to the New York Philharmonic i look up at the sky from where I am sitting and see two thin pillars of light and I find myself a little choked up and in awe. I know what those two lights represent and it's overwhelming to see them in person. I can't imagine what tomorrow is going to be like for the native New Yorkers and those closely affected by 9/11. I am not a New Yorker and what happened 10 years ago still haunts me all the time. This event is my generations Kennedy assassination. Everyone remembers where they were that day. I was 21 years old and a student in college starting my senior year. I was running out the door and heard on the Today show that a plane had hit a building. I didn't know it was the World Trade center, I didn't know it was in New York. I remember a few months earlier in the summer that a Concorde had crashed into a building in Paris, so I honestly didn't think anything of it. I ran out the door to head for class. I had a book on tape I was listening too so I didn't hear the radio announcement. After I got out of class I was walking to another part of campus when the guy I was dating at the time told me what had happened. I couldn't comprehend what he was even saying, it didn't make sense to me. I walked into the library that afternoon and saw the footage in the entrance hall for the first time. It was like a punch in the stomach. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I blew off classes and went home and just watched the horror over and over.
So as I sit here in this beautiful plaza surrounded by beautiful music and iconic buildings, my prayers go out to those who've lost a loved one on that terrible day. I pray that hearts will be healed and lives will be blessed with peace.
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