I'm taking a moment today to not talk about our up coming trip, but to reflect on where I was 8 years ago. Our trip is a great thing, but I want to share where I was, and honor the memories of those we lost, and the families who will not get the chance to enjoy a trip like we are planning.
I was working at a TV station in Harrisburg in the creative services department. I was someone who wrote and produced commercials and news promotional spots.
When the first plane hit, the newsroom was a buzz about this unbelievable event and talk grew of a small plane missing it's mark and hitting the tall building. As more non news personnel flooded into the news room to see video of what happened, me included, we watched in horror as the second plane hit. We then knew this was a tragedy of epic proportions. We stared in utter bewilderment at what we were watching, then, the Pentagon, then, Shanksville, then fear.
The head of my department asked us to grab a camera ans help the news department cover the story. I was assigned to go to the local Catholic church to shoot some video. I remember quietly asking the priest to put our microphone on after asking to film. He was very receptive to it, as he felt we all needed to pray. I spent the entire service panning the faces as they wept and prayed for those who had fallen.
I remember how the entire TV station operations were nothing but news for days after that. I remember going home, and getting a call from my Mom as she asked how I was. I just stared at the TV in my apartment, feeling helpless and alone.
So, let us remember others today. Remember our problems and pain will never match that of those who lost someone in this tragedy.
We Remember
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Dom, Thanks for sharing this. Its interesting to hear where others were that morning. It was very surreal for me, I was in NYC, only blocks away, in my office that morning. At the time, my significant other was a member of the FDNY. While I was walking across NYC to get off the island, he was running into hell. He survived, although not without many emotional injuries, which has a lot to do with us no longer being together. After 8 years, I am amazed to look back at my life and see how much I have changed, as well as my circumstances. I met Jon, got married and have a child. But even as life goes on, the losses from that day still haunt me. Too many funerals, too many tears. Enjoy your trip, and be thankful that you can plan it with your wife and daughter. HUGS, Robyn
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