“Life continues in the face of disaster, despite the horrors we inflict on one another.”
It was sophomore year in high school and my fifth period class was ending when Coach Duncan had everyone sit down while he read a “very important announcement.” He was an instructor who always had an unique and refreshing way of presenting projects so I figured it was writing assignment when he explained two planes hit the World Trade Center, one at the Pentagon and another crashing in Pennsylvania. I even joked around inquiring, “That’s rather descriptive. When is this paper due?” Normally an easy going guy, Coach D never cracked a smile.
Looking back, it’s commendable how my school managed to keep the students completely ignorant to the events of that day. By the time I walked into my last class – journalism, at that – the TV was on, as were the radio and computers. For all the thoughts that run through my head when hearing the date, the memory of where I was and what I was doing the day America felt as vulnerable as it ever has will probably never be erased from my mental rolodex. R.I.P. to anyone passed away that day and prayers to anyone who lost a loved one.
Where were you and what were you doing when the news broke?