I was a senior in high school - getting ready for school. We never watched the news in the morning but someone called to tell us to turn on the TV. My little brother and I stood about two feet away from the screen with our mouths open. We looked at each other but didn’t cry.
I arrived at school where everyone was talking about it quietly. None of us could believe. It was my responsibility to do the school morning announcements over the loudspeaker with one of my friends. She sobbed and said she couldn’t do it. I felt the same way but didn’t cry.
I went to my American History class where the teacher decided to forgo her lesson that day while we watched the news. THIS was American History and we hated, but needed, to see it. My classmates hugged each other and cried together. I was scared. scared. scared. but didn’t cry.
I went home from school and decided to pray for all the people I didn’t know. The people I knew whose hearts were aching because they didn’t know where their husband, daughter, sister or brother were. The mothers who knew their children would never know their fathers. I prayed that the families would be proud of their lost loved ones who fought for our beloved country that was under attack.
And that’s when I cried.
I love this video for the human emotions it evokes. No words. Just some of the portrayals of disbelief, pain and agony set to one of the most beautifully composed pieces of music of all time. Watch the whole thing. I promise it will help you remember the emotions you felt on 9.11.01.