World Trade Center – Satellite Image by GeoEye
Last year, I wrote a little post about my personal experience on September 11th, 2001 and the days following. Today I marked the 8th anniversary of a day that completely changed my life with an allergy shot and a trip to Victoria’s Secret. I took care of some work stuff, walked the dog, you know…normal shit. On this day, eight years ago, I was in Lower Manhattan running as fast as I could from the debris of the first tower after its’ collapse. I saw the second plane hit. I saw people get trampled. I spent the night with a few close friends watching the news, smoking, drinking, and crying.
I noticed that a lot of movies opened today, and overall it seems as though the powers that be want to downgrade the negative connotation of “September 11th”. Maybe it’s that I’m in LA and not NY, and 9/11 just didn’t have the impact that it had in NY anywhere else. Maybe it’s that eight years have passed, and we should move on. Whatever the case, no matter how regular my day might have been today, I keep thinking back to eight years ago and how I felt then versus how I feel now. It’s days like this, birthdays, and anniversaries of any kind that make you feel time. Time has definitely mellowed out the pain I felt that day and the months after. It’s mellowed out my nightmares and general terrorism-related anxiety. So thank you, time, for all that. I hope we never feel anything like that ever again.