I was one of the lucky ones who wasn't directly effected in terms of loss of loved ones due to the devastation that occurred on September 11th. I thank God that I didn't have to go to work in the city that day. Today on this 13th anniversary of 9/11, i'd like to recall my morning that day.
I woke up feeling just as normal as any other day. I made a cup of tea and then sat on my couch and started to watch Diane Sawyer and Charlie Gibson on Good Morning America. Before the program could cut back from their news break they were interrupted by Diane letting us know that a plane had crashed into the world trade center. The images of fear that jumped off of the tv screen paralyzed me. I decided in that moment that I wasn't going to work. It was a Tuesday and I knew how important it would be for me to work because it was a new release day. Although I was working for a competitive label I knew Jay Z's Blueprint cd came out. But it didn't matter, I was gonna watch GMA.
When the second plane hit I didn't know what to say, think or do. I tried calling my mom but couldn't get a line out. I was scared. I knew from that moment we were under attack. I ran out of my apartment in my pajamas up to my Aunts front door and knocked. I was hoping that I didn't wake her but if I did oh well. The woman that answered the door wasn't the woman I was accustomed to seeing. No, instead the face that looked back at me was tear streaked and aghast. My aunt has always been the pillar of strength. She's the one that can cut you loose with one word or one look. My aunt never showed vulnerability or a sensitive side. She expressed it vocally but never showed it. So, on that day the minute I saw her, I started crying.
As the day progressed we saw footage after footage. We sat on our porch and talked about what was happening in the world. My grandmother came over and we all just waited it out. As the stories poured in the reality of what was happening became even more grim. I don't really know if any good came out of it in my life. People tend to say out of bad comes good. I tend to believe this but when you see such turmoil as what happened on that fateful day, it's hard to think about the good.
Today on this 13th Anniversary, I ask God to bless over the families of those who lost their life. I ask God to bless over those who in one way or another are still affected by that day. I ask God to bless over America and the world and help cease war and unnecessary violence. Please God, Please!!
My name is Tamieka Blair and I live on Long Island in New York. I write, I read, I write, I work, I write, I support..I WRITE!!!
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