September 11th Through My Eyes
/There are certain moments in life when you remember exactly where you were. September 11, 2001, is one of those moments for me.
I was living in St. Louis at the time, 26 years old, and working for an event company. That morning, I was on my way to a professional golf tournament practice round in the region. Our company had activities planned at the tournament, and it was supposed to be a normal workday. Then I heard something on the radio.
A small craft, the announcer said, had hit the World Trade Center. At that point, it sounded like a terrible accident. Strange, certainly, but an accident.
I continued to a hotel, where I was meeting my boss so we could carpool to the golf course. The televisions were on near the hotel lobby. Breakfast was being served to guests, but people had begun gathering around the screens. There was a growing sense that something important was happening.
Then we watched the second plane hit the World Trade Center. Live. The room gasped. I can still remember the reaction. People who had been eating breakfast or talking quietly were suddenly frozen, staring at the television.
A stranger standing next to me said something I will never forget. “This is not an accident. This is something worse.”
He was right.
My boss and I eventually got into the car and headed toward the golf course. As we drove, we heard on the radio that the first tower had collapsed. It was difficult to comprehend. The World Trade Center was one of the most recognizable places in America. The idea that one of those massive towers could simply be gone seemed impossible. By the time we reached the golf course, we watched the second tower collapse live on television. Later we heard the news of the plane crash at the Pentagon, then the downing of United 93 in Shanksville Pennsylvania.
Not long after the United States realized that is was under attack, St. Louis police officers escorted everyone out of the clubhouse. We were told to leave and go somewhere safe. Nobody really knew what was happening. There were rumors. There was confusion. There was fear that more attacks could be coming. For the first time in my life, it felt possible that nowhere was completely safe.
I lived in downtown St. Louis then, in a small apartment on the 15th floor of a building with a view of the Gateway Arch. There was speculation that Arch could be a target. I would not go back to my apartment that evening.
That fear may be one of the things I remember most about that day. Not just the images of the burning towers or their collapse. Not just the terrible realization that thousands of people were in danger, and many had been killed. It was the uncertainty. We did not know what would happen next. The entire day became a blur of television coverage, phone calls, rumors and unanswered questions. Airports shut down. People tried to reach family members. Television networks repeated the images of the planes striking the towers and the buildings collapsing. It felt as though the entire country had stopped. In many ways, it had.
September 11 was a day of confusion, fear and sadness. It was also a day when Americans watched events unfold together in real time, trying to understand something that seemed impossible only hours earlier. For people who were alive that day, the memories are often deeply personal. Someone remembers being in an elementary school classroom. Someone else remembers being at work. Some were on airplanes. Some were in New York, Washington, D.C., or Pennsylvania. Others, like me, were hundreds or thousands of miles away but watched the attacks unfold on television and listened to the news on the radio. The details are different, but the feeling is often the same. You remember where you were when you realized the world had changed.
Twenty-five years later, the images and memories of that morning remain difficult to separate from what came afterward. America changed. The way we traveled changed. The way we thought about safety changed. The country went to war. Politics changed. Our relationship with the rest of the world changed. Maybe some things changed for the better. Maybe some did not. But there is no question that September 11, 2001, changed the world. For me, the memory begins with a radio report about a “small craft” hitting the World Trade Center. It continues with a crowded hotel lobby, a collective gasp as the second plane struck, and a stranger recognizing before many of us did that this was not an accident. Then came the drive to the golf course, the news that the first tower had fallen, and watching the second tower collapse. Finally came the fear. The police telling us to leave. Not knowing where to go. Not knowing if another attack was coming.
That is what I remember about September 11. A normal morning that became something else entirely. A day when the world suddenly felt much bigger, much more dangerous and much less certain. And a day that, for better or worse, changed everything that came after it.
RD
RD is the founder and Head Editor for SeedSing and the other host of the X Millennial Man Podcast.
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