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The Day The World Stopped
by David Pekrul
copyright 09-17-2005


Age Rating: 10 to 127

  The Day The World Stopped
Picture Credits: http://www.webshots.com

My recollection of 9/11

It was the day we lost our innocence,
When human nature showed its worst,
And its best.
A day of terror,
Remorse,
Fear and anguish.

September 11, 2001,
The day the world stopped.

I sat watching the pictures in disbelief,
Knowing in my mind what was happening,
But in my heart, believing this could never be.

My plan that day was to buy a new computer,
But instead, I sat there watching the pictures,
My insides hollow,
My mind numb with disbelief,
Fear,
A sense of loss,
My innocence gone.

It seemed a sin to go out shopping,
While others were dying,
To be wanting something so material,
While others were losing everything.

So I just sat there,
No longer wanting to watch,
But unable to tear myself away,
Just watching and watching,
As the same images were played,
Over and over,
And over again.

I finally bought my computer that day,
My life would not stop.
I could not allow them to take it away.
My life would continue,
Though it would never be the same again.

The next day I went to work,
Taking the many phone calls
From those trying to leave the stricken city,
Or those trying to get home to families.

Every call was different,
Yet every call was the same.
Everyone was calm,
In an eerie sort of way.

No one wanted to talk about what happened,
I'm mean, what could they say?
Everyone had seen the pictures,
Everyone had felt the loss,
The sorrow,
The pain.

I took over a hundred phone calls,
One after another,
From every part of the planet,
From people just wanting to get home to loved ones,
Even if they already knew they were safe,
Just to hold them,
To tell them they were loved.
There would be no family quarrels today.

That evening I sat in front of the television
And drank two bottles of wine.


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09-13-2006 BJ Niktabe    

Great tribute, David. I did a tribute on my blog, but couldn't think of anything to write here. This was really good.

As for me, I had started work at 4:30am, or 5:30 New York time. My boss came in minutes before the 2nd plane hit, so I heard that one on the radio. It was a terrible thing, and besides the poor souls that were killed, it affected so many other people in so many ways. Something that we'll likely never be able to forget, even if we tried.


09-12-2006 Alysyn Bourque    

I was working third shift at Disney Resort watching the whole thing happen on our shop's TV. I think we were all stunned, but one thing was clear...there were going to be a lot fewer people coming to Disneyland that year. Sure enough, two months later I was laid-off after cuts were made due to low visitor counts and lack of profits.

The funny thing is, in light of what/who so many lost that day, it actually didn't bother me. Nicely shared, David.

(BTW, what kind of wine did you imbibe in?)


09-11-2006 Jessica P.    

Wow this is really good. I remember I was in third grade, and after it happened we were called to Assembly in the gym and Mr. Killcommons was talking about it and we had a moment of silence, but I never really understood it until this year. Great write.


09-11-2006 Brian Dickenson    

I don't remember just where I was on that terrible day, suffice to say I was horrified.
That said, I suppose it did not have quite the same impact over here in the UK. We have lived with terrorists and the bombs for so long.
As you will know it's only quite recently that the IRA, (who were funded in great part by some misguided Americans), ceased their terror tactics.
Go back to my childhood and we had the greatest terrorist of all in Hitler. I can still vividly remember the bombs falling on our city.
We should never forget, but we must move on, otherwise they win.


10-09-2005 Regina Pate    

I was driving down the road in the rain. I was 21 and had just got my drivers license. I was listening to the radio trying to see if there was traffic jams and so nervous on the highway I was laughing about somethings some Aggies did when the news came over the radio. I had my kids in the truck with me and I had to pull over on the side of the road they asked me what was wrong and I didn't know what to say. Good write, thank you

Gina


09-18-2005 Anthony Lane Stahlhut    

That morning I was on my way to work and had stopped in a store to get a drink when the first plane hit! I couldn't believe my eyes. I stood there and watched for what seemed an hour. This was a sad time in history and you have captured it very well. Thanks, Anthony


09-17-2005 SamiJo Mcquiston    

I remeber exactly where I was that day. It was in 9th grade and I was in my 1st period choir class. We didn't do anything that day, but watch and cry. It was horrifying. This was a great write. Keep up the good work.

SamiJo


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