The USA will hold a memorial today to remember the people lost and remind the World that violence, of any kind, is not the answer to solve any problems, issues or conflicts. Rather than going on about the why's and the because's of this situation as that as been done, and will continue to be so, by politicians and media in general, I will talk today about that day in my life.
This day has soon became a "where were you?" type of day, like the Moon landings, JFK assassination and Princess Di's death. So where was I? That morning I woke up, and put on my suit to go for an Interview later in the morning.
I left the interview on a high, because it had gone really well and the company said straight away they wanted me to go for a second interview on the following Monday in Paris. So I left the interview, phoned the agency that got me the interview to report back. Got in the car and put the radio on, whilst I was about to dial my Girlfriend's number to let her know how it went.
And there it came on, the breaking news saying that a plane had just crashed into the first tower of the World Trade Center and no one really knew what was happening. The reporter actually said they didn't knew if it was a human error, only a couple minutes later someone said it might be a terrorist attack.
I sat there in silence just listening to it all. After a few minutes called my Girlfriend, she was in a Beauty training course, and she didn't believed me at first and then said that someone burst into the room saying the same thing. She, the remaining trainees and the teacher put the television on. I drove home.
As soon as I got home, put the television on, and saw it live happening again. Surely it is a repeat of the plane crashing, but no, it was the second one. My heart fell through the whole of my body and remember feeling really sad, disappointed and even angry.
The day progressed with loads of phone calls with friends and family, the agency calling me back about my trip next Monday and if I still wanted to go and so on. Went and picked up my girlfriend and I really remember how sad we were and even though no one we actually knew had died or been affected by it, I somewhat felt it personally.
It was a really weird day because through out everyone was so gloomy and sad. I remember not knowing what to do or what to say as it was so weird and even uncomfortable to even talk about it. That day the news channels were on the whole time in our house and I remember holding my girlfriend tight and we both just cried with all the emotions felt.
Even though everyone was already discussing the terrorists and why they did it all, and what the USA and the World were going to do about it, I know that I wasn't really interested in all of that I was just sad.
I don't know what every other individual took from that day. I personally took that violence, and terrorism, doesn't really solve anything and in the greater scheme of things, any such actions were an attack on a Government, but ultimately who suffered were the Individuals that were there that day or were directly connected to those there.
In this day of remembrance, my thoughts do go for those that suffered deeply with all those events.
And that was my September 11th 2001 day. I ended up going for the 2nd interview the week after. Manchester Airport was weary and even scary, with a atmosphere of distrust. The plane was delayed almost 4 hours and you could see every single passenger examining every single other person there.
Well, even though today is one of "where were you?" days, I hope you have a beautiful and happy day.
Speak soon,
Paulo
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