by Dawn Wason

Created on: March 13, 2009

To me the emotional impact is still as strong today as it were on that day 7 years ago. It's hard to believe that it been 7 years already, to me it seems like only yesterday. We all react and deal with tradegy in many different ways, some of us would rather forget it and continue on with our lives, where as some of us can't forget for one reason or another maybe because it was an experience so hurtful that forgetting it would hurt even more. I can still remember everything I did that day it's permanently etched in my mind, from the moment I got up to get ready for work until the moment I got back home a few hours later and collapse on the sofa in tears as I watched the news showing the first plane fly into the first tower. I guess for me it is a way of remembering those that lost their lives that day and it hurts me as much today as it did then so much so that watching movies about it upsets me to tears, seeing clips of the events of that day brings me to tears. My neighbors son was an EMT in New York back then and I remember he would call home at night in tears because every day he was just dealing with body parts and not finding survivors just pieces of what was left of someone's son or daughter, someone's mother or father, somebody's somebody. I remember the pain in his voice and his mother wanting him home so she could try to make the pain he was feeling go away.

I left home that morning and the carpenter working on my house said a plane just flew into the Trade Center and naturally I assumed it was an accident and continued on my normal routine to work. I worked in a Federal Building for a law firm. I got off the elevator to a crying receptionist, I asked her what was wrong and she looked at me as if I'd lost my mind and said we are under atttack. I remember looking at her and saying"what" she asked me to cover the front desk while she went to the lounge and clean herself up so I said sure. There wasn't a lawyer on the floor to be found everyone had gathered in front of the television in the lounge, the firm occupied 2 floors so I figured I would start calling the phones down stairs, no answer. I put the phone on night coverage and went down stairs to find out what was going on and the fear I felt was overwhelming. Security had started going through the stair wells and were coming through the exit doors finally telling us to evecuate the building. I got my stuff and left. The train ride home was aweful I was paniced and worried about what else was going to happen.

Perspective I guess is how we all deal with tradegy, Perspective.

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