I remember my wife waking me up that fateful morning seven years ago and telling me that a plane had hit a building in New York. I thought it was a joke, or maybe just a mistaake… but never did I think it was a terrorist attack that would claim more than 3,000 lives in the World Trade Centers alone. I watched in disbelief as the second plane struck… then a third into the Pentagon… and then a final plane crashed in Pennsylvania as heroes fought back against the Islamic terrorist-hijackers (click the image below to see the animation).
The video below reminds me of the sights and the sounds and the tension I felt on that horrible day.Watch for it….
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The U-tube video is hard to watch. As my eyes fill with tears, memories of that horrible day come rushing through my mind. My parents were visiting from Germany to see their first grand daughter then just 17 months old. We turned on the Weather Channel as my husband prepared to go to work. It took me a few seconds to read the red “Breaking News” ticker on the bottom of the screen but the news I read seemed too absurd to make any sense at first. I can still hear myself saying to turn to CNN, something has happend to the Trade Centers…
Nothing could prepare us for what we saw next. In shock my mom, dad, husband and I watched a war zone unfold on live television and it was not Beirut or somewhere else in the Middle East- this was New York City. Even though the images flooded through all major TV stations I kept thinking that this can’t be happening. A surreal daze surounded me until the next day when the Grocery store I was shopping in observed a moment of silence for the victims and I finally broke down in tears in front of the deli counter while an employee handed me tissues.
Precious lives were lost, their voices forever silenced on that clear September day in 2001. Yes, the video is hard to watch but what would be even harder is having to realize that our memories of that day are slowly beginning to fade away: ALWAYS REMEMBER 9-11!
I remember this day like it was yesterday. I was holding my little baby Zachary in my arms and wondering “what is this world coming to??” For weeks I had nightmares at night, my heart broke with each person or parent who lost a loved one. I still even 7 years later mourn for those who were innocent victums. For some reason today I have been recollecting about this tradgedy more than other years. It was interesting to come home and read your post about it. Thank you!
I was living in upstate NY at the time, and had just been in Manhattan the week before. My job at that time was to help local government use imagery and mapping to help solve various environmental and infrastructure problems. Through my involvement with the state of New York, I was one of the first people to see the high-resolution aerial photos of the WTC site. It was gut wrenching to see proof of how horrible humans can be to each other, and so close to home.
Ever since 9/11 I have been really conscious of the plight of people suffering all over the world, for whatever reason- political, economic, etc. It changed me, and I pray more. I can’t and won’t believe this is how God wants us to treat eachother.
That evening in Tema, Ghana, West Africa, a telecast uniting the four corners of Africa was scheduled for the closing ceremonies of the conference that had been going on for the past week. We had finished the morning meetings and worship and it was past lunch time. Final prep for the dances that would be performed had been made. I was upstairs in the dorms of the Tema YWAM base when I heard someone screaming and crying and running through the courtyard out my window. The cries echoed through the staircase and then came to the doorway of my room. We were told to turn on our radio. We did. The BBC radio program was the closest thing to a news report that we would get for days. As a couple dozen students and staff crowded together in that room that was already filled with three bunk beds we listened as chills went down our arms and tears started to fall.
The radio was saying that a plane had crashed into the world trade center in New York. The radio also proclaimed that there were other planes headed to various places throughout the US. As we listened to reports the second plane crashed into the world trade center. Tears flowed at that point. Not knowing if our families were safe we were left to hope and pray. At this point I was at the end of a six month adventure called a Discipleship Training Program through Youth With A Mission. We were to fly out of the country the next day and all 70+ staff and students were very low on funds if not completely out. I had no money left to call home. Friends that did have the ability to call home were faced with busy phone lines continually. Fears won the battle of our minds for a time as we imagined the worst. The radio said planes were headed to major landmarks and bridges. They mentioned the Space Needle in Seattle and the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco. My fears raced through my mind. Was my family ok? Were my friends far from harms way? When would I hear from my family again?
The closing ceremony began at the scheduled time but did not have the emphasis that had been planned. A few thousand people from all over the world gathered in the conference facility. The tear stained faces were not just the Americans represented, but faces from countries around the world. Dances and singing went on as planned. The telecast knit the four corners of Africa together in a unity that had not existed in the past. As the closing ceremonies went on a leader asked all of the Americans to go up on the stage. A couple hundred of us gathered together with shock on our faces and some still not able to stop the tears from coming. At that point there was prayer for America and all those impacted by the tragedy. After a time of prayer people started getting up one at a time from countries all over the world and spoke blessings and asked for forgiveness on behalf of their countries. It was a miraculous day to be a part of. Though tragedy had brought so many to the end of their lives, at the same time, God brought healing and restoration towards Americans to the hearts of countless people from nations around the world.
That night it poured buckets. It was as if the Lord was weeping with us over the loss of so many. Soaking us to our cores and washing away the pain as well.
The next day (9/12) we drove out of Tema and crossed the border into Togo where we were scheduled to fly to Paris, France. While we waited for our flight out of Africa fears arose that we would be stuck in Togo. Flights had been grounded around the world and we wanted out of the third world and to be back in the comforts of home with our loved ones. We were able to leave Togo. Thankfully so. When we arrived in Paris (9/13) they kept us in the loading and unloading ramp for over an hour. When we finally were let into the airport, we were greeted by armed forces, asked to sit in a terminal then we waited a few more hours to find out when we would be able to fly out. Air France told us that we would not be able to fly out as scheduled. All flights to the US were grounded at this point. Air France put all 70+ staff and students up in a hotel a short tram ride away from the airport. We were not allowed to leave the hotel because flights for some or all of us were trying to be arranged and we had to be available to leave at a moments notice.
The comforts of toilets that flushed, nice big beds, warm running water, and food that made our mouths water just to look at made not getting home a little easier. Air France gave us calling cards, food vouchers for the hotel during our time there. Once we were at the hotel we were finally able to watch the TV showing what was going on in the US. Two days after the atrocity, the reality of what had happened stunned our team. We were thankful to be safe and not stuck in Togo. We would be grounded in Paris for a total of five days. I was finally able to call my parents and tell them that I was ok. More tears flowed with the emotion of knowing that everyone was safe back in WA. The team bonded even more in Paris as we wept with each other. The day we found out we would fly out the next day Air France delivered bus passes, rail passes, and food passes to our whole team so we could go out and see the city. The most memorable moment was going to Notre Dame at Dusk. A service was going on inside and candles were lit everywhere. It was beautiful and sobering. Everyone in Paris embraced the Americans with a love I can not describe. It was beautiful to be a part of.
Day five (9/17) all 70+ of us flew out of Paris together. Miracle!!!! We flew into Los Angeles and were greeted by American flags the size of buildings. Every car seemed to have a flag hanging from at least one place on the vehicle. America was in a state of grief. Somber faces were everywhere. As I walked through customs and had my passport stamped coming back into the US, the official wrote below the stamp and date, “welcome home!”.
We stayed one night in LA before making the journey back to Hawaii to debrief and hold a graduating ceremony for the school and outreach phases that we had completed.
It was good to be back on American soil. Some students kissed the ground. Others wanted to go directly home and forgo the graduation ceremony. Most of the students in our school came back to Hawaii. It was a difficult time to go through as a nation… but I was blessed to be with some of the most loving and supportive people from around the world.