Does a linear line in time that stretches out for a decade change how we perceive a life-changing incident like 9/11?
Ten years should make it easier to cope with the anniversary, but the 10-year mark seems different. Harder.
In 2001 I was running for my life to escape the monstrous terrorist attack on the World Trade Center. I lived just three buildings south of the towers, so like many people, I can never forget.
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NEW YORK — It was my day off. I was sleeping in after a late night, curled up in my antique bed with the window blinds drawn tight. Even though I live just a few buildings from the World Trade Center (WTC) site, I’m not sure I heard the first plane crash. The second crash startled me awake, but it sounded like a giant thunderstorm echoing down the canyon of what were New York’s tallest buildings. I rolled over, pulled the covers up, and went back to sleep— until….
Until I heard the most horrific roar imaginable wash over me and yank me out of bed. I jerked open the window blinds and stared in confusion out my 11th story window at what should have been a view of the south Trade tower. But what I saw was nothing, a black nothingness that is burned into my memory and my nightmares. The blackness rushed toward me, shaking my building and my mind. The only light came from red embers shooting through this animated madness. My mind ran through hundreds of scenarios in a split second. What was this monster engulfing my building, my life? Its roar sounded as if it came from the bowels of the earth.
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