Last night I was trying to remember exactly what I was doing when NY’s Twin Towers were hit that marked the historic tragedy that was 9/11 which left the entire world appalled at the atrocity. And I did.
I was pretending to study for my Accountancy (duh) board exams with the TV on and tuned to CNN. When I have a TV, it’s always tuned in to a global news network. It’s one of my idiosyncracies, I guess. Hence, the minute most Americans learned of the attack, I was with them. I was stunned. How can the strongest nation in the world become vulnerable to this kind of attack? Then it broke my heart when I saw people trying to run for their lives and some were caught on camera losing their lives while at it. I never left the front of my TV. I wanted to know every teeny bit of news I could get. Luckily for me, I had no work to worry that time that I can spend every waking moment getting all the news I could get.
I’m recounting this because I feel like the same young woman of twelve years ago when 9/11 happened. The only difference today is I have work to answer to. Thus, I can only get news of what’s happening to my hometown when I am off duty. Which, by the way, makes me so helpless. I know that if I’m with my family, I won’t even know what to do, but the thing is I’ll be with them. I’ll be sharing every bit of emotion – fear, anxiety, anger, to name some – with them. Unfortunately, I am here thousands of miles away.
But good always overcomes evil. Thus, I am very hopeful that peace will return to my city soonest. I have 9/11 to thank for this hope. And like everyone out there reading, I will never forget, too.
Th World Trade Center (now)