Good Morning All,
I was planning on a different kind of post today. I know I write about my life with A.C.C. all through these blog posts, however, being that it is September 11, 2013, I felt compelled to write about the day that changed everything for all of us. I know a lot of people will be doing the same thing as I am today. You want to know something? That is a great thing. We must never forget.
It has been 12 years since that infamous day, and yet it feels like it happened yesterday. Most from remembrance, because we know where we were when it happened. Others will learn of this horrible day 12 years ago from their parents, aunts and uncles, who experienced this atrocity first hand. Others will learn from the children of the victims who lost mothers and fathers. Their world was torn apart on that fateful day 12 years ago. In a way, their childhood, their innocence was stripped from them on September 11, 2001.
September 11, 2011 was like my generations JFK assassination. My parents would talk about the day president Kennedy was they shot. They knew exactly where they were. They knew what were wearing. The remember the sites, and smells of that day. It didn’t matter if you had A.C.C. or not. There was no forgetting that day. Those images, sounds, and smells were burned on our brain forever.
I remember I had to work the afternoon shift at the Market Basket deli in Rowley MA. I hated the job because you are totally at the mercy of what we liked to call the Deli wave. It was busy non stop from when we opened until we closed. The weekends were worse. It was a total burn out job. I lasted eight months, which was probably five months too long. I was living at home and my situation with my dad was bad. It always has been. Yeah, I know, I probably need therapy. I remember staying out late drinking alone the night before so I had a slight hangover. I woke up to the sound of lots of commotion downstairs. I was really mad because now I couldn’t sleep in. I remember looking at the clock. It said 8.48 AM. I through the covers off of me and proceeded to race downstairs to scream at people for waking me up. I was halfway down the stairs when my mom yelled, “Brian get in here”!. I knew something awful had happened. I was watching in shock as the first building was engulfed in a huge explosion. I was numb. I thought for a second that I must not have woken up, and that this was just a bad dream. Then my mom grabbed my hand and that is when I saw in terror as the second plane hit. The rest of the day I was in a haze. I went to work, and it was incredibly busy. Probably one of the busiest days ever for the store. When bad things happen, people flock to the supermarkets. Whenever there is a huge blizzard, a few days before grocery stores all over New England make loads of money. Still, it seemed like everyone else was in a fog just like me. I will never, ever forget that day.
There is one big difference between the JFK Assassination and 8/11 for me anyway. There are two parts to my life. I think it is safe to say that about most people today. The two parts are what happened before 9/11 and what happened after 9/11. Before 9/11, most Americans almost had a certain arrogance about them. We would watch the news and see Libya, or some other third world country get bombed and it never really hit home. Thousands of people were murdered left and right in the middle east, and we went about our day-to-day life in a sort of self-contained cocoon. We would think things like that couldn’t happen to us? At least that is what I thought. We felt protected. All that ended at 8:46:30 Am on September 11, 2001.
The outpouring of grief and American pride was incredible in the days and months after 9/11. I hope we are not getting complacent again. Let us never forget the heroes like the 343 firemen who raced up the stairs into Hell to save as many people as they could. Let us never forget the port authority workers and policemen who ran to help all they could. So many people at the Pentagon reached out in support of one another. I think, even though it was a tragedy, America showed everyone else exactly what we are made of. We are for each other even in the midst of a horrific attack such as 9/11.
I know we all go through tough times. It is easy to complain too. We say things like, I wish I had more money in my pay check? We may say things like why can’t I find the right guy or girl to fall madly in love with and live happily ever after with? I think there are days it is harder for us A.C.C.ers to see the good in things. Let us remember those who lost everything on this day and be thankful for what we have. Remember a day above ground is a good day. Until next time?