Ah Maggie, I know my own story, nothing like yours, but I will never forget where I was, what I heard, what I saw and how the reality and truth slowly and then suddenly sunk in past my initial explanations to myself that day-it was a process of realization for me, comprehension just didn't stretch to the truth at first, took probably 20 minutes to full comprehension.
But have friends on the early federal disaster-response teams that went to NYC. I heard some of their stories and still cry: of finding city firefighters slumped on the curb in a daze-disassociated, lost in space, getting them in a fed vehicle and driving around and around, letting the guy talk, regain sense of reality once more. Helping figure out how to clear the debris-barges to NJ and making it happen. public affairs people figuring out how to let the country know what was happening.
A year later, I was sitting in a restaurant in tiny-town central part of my state, with 9 other people in my profession -which is fairly specialized. We all live and work in this leftcoast state across the country from NYC.
One of us had been on one of those first disaster-response teams, another was spouse of that person (they were completely out of contact for days on end while the team was in NYC), they were native NYC people, both of them. they both had lost friends. My age.
another was from NYC, 24 yrs old. brandnew to our state the day of 9/11, life belongings in the car, didn't know a soul in her new commmunity-completely alone in life that day. Knew people in the tower, people she'd known her whole life. out of touch with family in NYC completely that day.
Another of our little group was flying back home from back east that day, plane grounded in MT, couldn't contact her husband-another member of our little specialty group. out of 10 of us, 5 lives had been directly impacted by events. never felt the country more interconnected as they told their stories at our table in tiny-town central leftcoast state that night.