I am really triggered by 9/11 stuff. It changed my life.

That was a very touching poem. Yes, I remember were and what I was doing that day. A friend of mine was up from Fla. He had some business to take care of here in Atlanta. I was getting ready for my Doctor's appt. to find out if I had Breast Cancer. I heard Ronnie scream for me to come down stairs. We sat there still and watching the TV. Then we embraced each other and he headed home to be with his family. My dear friend passed away 4-10-06 to lukemia.
My husband called and wanted me to stay home. I told him, I have waited long enough.I had to find out. My best friend "Kim" was going to go with me. I was to meet her at her office. The streets were empty. I didn't see not even one car. I came into the office and her boss "who I've known for 22 years" embraced me and told me everything would work out fine. As Kim and I drove to my appt. she was telling me that her boss "Jim Hindy" was waiting to get a call from his brother. He put on a strong face for me because I would of even known what must of been going through his mind. His newphew worked in the Twin Towers "Michael Hindy". I could not believe how strong he was for me. His brother called him and sadly he told him he was on the phone with Michael as he was evacuting the 2nd building. The phone went dead. Michael had died trying to get out. Jim was right, I didn't have breat cancer. That was the only good part of 911 for me. May God bless everyone in the world. This is one day I will never forget!!!!! One way or another it effected us all. I just wished everyone would still come together as we did on that awful day. Amen!!!

Yes i remember where i was that day. I was at work in a sawmill,and my coworker said "a plane hit the twin towers"I was like in awww ,and took the rest of the day off to stay updated,as many amarican flights were directed to our tiny airports,and we all got a collection from our fire department,and kind people ect...IT WAS LIKE A MOVIE UNREAL. but the tragety of such a event is o too real.

8 years have passed

that is a beautifulpoem godbless you

Beautiful poem...but let us not just remember the people who lost their lives in the world trade centres (yes I am Canadian and still feel for the Americans although I have no one who is from there), the people who tried to help them but also the people who lost their lives on the planes who were innocent. So much is said about the people in the world trade centres and the emergency rescue people but you rarely ever hear much about those who lost their lives on the planes. God bless ALL the victims and their families, friends and neighbours.

TY for your poem. lt can be applied to many events in our lives. Let me wish you peace
God Bless

I am from New York. My brother-in-law is a cop in New York City. He called my sister told her that he was on his way there right after the first tower fell. He was okay but had to work a lot of over time afterwards. I watched the footage as it happened. Then I watched the footage over and over. Some thing weird happened. I thought "Maybe this time they won't fall" I am grown and I did know that, that was impossible. Some times your mind can do that. I wish the new buildings were up. The plans looked great.

I live in Brooklyn and it was a terrible time for the people of New York. I will never forget that day. I knew many of the firemen who perished trying to desperately save others. What I also remember is how nice everyone was to one another (on the subway, bus, streets) right after the terrible attack. In the past eight years things have changed. People have gone back to their "i come first" attitude. Right after 9-11 people of all race and religions would talk to each other (strangers) about how the attacks affected their lives. Everyone had something in common with each other, the sadness and the shock. I wish people would continue the friendliness that occurred after 9-11.

Sometimes we forget the significance of 9/11. Not deliberately, but it does happen. My prayers go out to the victim's families, and those that risked their lives to save the dignity of who they were, and what they did.

That is a beautiful poem.....how touching & true!

I watched some of the live broadcast of the memorial services at Ground Zero. Folks out here seem to have forgotten, but I haven't -- I worked in those buildings, shopped in their concourses, dined at Windows on the World. Those were my neighbors, my graduate school classmates, my professional colleagues, my fellow New Yorkers who were struck down, my home town attacked and devastated. We will never forget!

I am not sure what to say. My son was in the GE building working as a page at NBC. I was not concerned for him, because I knew he would be on his way to work. It didn't occur to me that even though planes had been grounded that there might be other ways of blowing up tall buildings in NYC. He finally called at 2:45 pm Texas time...........I just listened as he told the tale of the New Yorkers coming together and how they remained united for many more months after that. When tragedy strikes we all realize how precious life and family is, our worries of money or how bad the economy is just fades in the distance. I made a vow , not let the material run my life after that, that too faded. If we could just hold on to what really matters, put hate aside and love one another, that could be the greatest tribute to 9-11

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That is one of the most beautiful tributes to 9/11/01 that I have ever seen.

I was an American in Canada on that day, sitting at my desk in the basement of an old house, which is where I worked, and listening to CBC2. Casually during the first half hour came an announcement that a plane had hit the World Trade Centre, then the show went back to interviewing a local politician. I tried to log onto a news site and found they were all jammed. I phoned my sister who was at home and asked her to tune in CNN (Fox News was forbidden in Ontario at that time -- Al-Jazeera yes, Fox News, no) and see if she could find out what happened, assuming at that point it was a private plane. She started telling me what was happening -- and it was a full 40 minutes until the CBC stopped its regular programming to join the world.

That was when I realized I was not only in a foreign land, but in a clueless foreign land.

I packed up my stuff and rushed up the stairs and told the receptionist (who was Portuguese) that I was going home because my country was at war. She asked me if I had cleared it with my boss (who was not yet in) and I told her to tell him when he arrived. For the rest of the day I sat speechless in front of the television watching the end of the world. We lived in an apartment building that was quite heavily Muslim, people right from the Old Country who dressed in burqa and native costumes and did not speak English. My sister was terrified, as she was recently moved up here from the USA -- she thought they would come after us, because they knew we were American. I told her quite the opposite was true: they knew we were Americans and they were terrified that WE would come after THEM. Within 3 days there were no burqas or native costumes to be seen in that area. The only foreign people we saw were Chinese. The Muslims went into lockdown.

There was an American Le Mans race in Georgia (where we came from) that weekend and we decided spontaneously that we had to be with our countrymen and we drove 21 hours in a small sports car, sleeping briefly by the roadside and finally collapsing into a motel in Marietta for a nights sleep before the race. At the border we met National Guardsmen who examined our papers and our car and cross-examined us on where we came from, who we were and where we were going. We embraced them and their concern. All the way to Georgia we passed a forest of flags (Canadians do not fly the flag as we do, and indeed at the Japan Olympics there was much whining about the Canadian teams flying TOO MANY flags) and the radio was filled with patriotic music. At the track, all the European teams had American Flag stickers on their cars and stood in solidarity with us -- all except one Swede, who at the Standing Silence was conspicuously disrespectful although silently -- and we fervently sang God Bless The USA before the cars took off. People at the campground huddled round fires at night and talked in low tones about the coming war, and where they were when they Heard, and about their anxiety for family and friends and their memories of New York. There was a grim resolve to seek out and crush the enemy and no doubt at all who it was.

On the way home John Ashcroft held his press conference announcing the start of the Afghan War, and many cars pulled over in the mountains of Tennessee to listen to him speak, with thankful hearts.

We crossed the Canadian border at the Ambassador Bridge in Detroit, and the bored girl in the booth barely looked up from her People Magazine to ask if we had any cigarettes, alcohol or weapons. We were two middle aged ladies in a sports car, but we stared at her, and then said politely, no. She waved us through. SHE DID NOT CARE. For her it was stlil September 10. And so I found it to be when I went back to work. Most of my workmates believed that the USA had it coming, and simiply did not care. I soon left that job, appalled at the hostility toward my native land. Although the American Consulate was inundated with memorials of flowers and for about 3 years there was a ceremony at 8:30 and 9:04 for those who crowded into the fortified and barricaded courtyard, in Canada 9/11/01 quickly became a non-event.

This year the International Film Festival began on 9/11 and there was absolutely no commemoration at all. It was all squealing and fainting and running after celebrities. September 11, 2001 was dropped deep into the Memory Hole and flushed away. Oh, there was a small article in our paper talking about how uncomfortable the MUSLIMS in America felt every 9/11/01! That was it.

Twenty Four Canadians were killed at the World Trade Centre and in the Pentagon. They are pretty much forgotten here.

We promised we would never forget. WE PROMISED. And some of us never will. It is a different world now whether the idlers, tweeters and wireheads want to believe it or not...a world that is in the throes of tearing itself apart. And it all came out in the open on 9/11/01, eight years ago yesterday.

And the Muslims are still afraid that the Americans know where they are and in a time of our choosing, will make them pay. Because that is what Americans do.

lovely poem. I went to New York for the first time this year....in April. It was lovely.
Such a great city, i feel so sad for the new-yorkers..

I am not an American, but i do have love ones that lives at New York. And also what happened Have not only affected America but the whole world as well. What happened changed many people around the world. Love and prayers for the victims and their families as well as the heroes who helped during that time.