Where Were You On September 11th, 2001?

I wrote this post a year ago while I was still living overseas in Grenada.  I thought that I would share it again, because well, I sat down to write another post about September 11th, 2001 and I decided that I couldn’t have said it any better than I already had.  

This year I am living in Brooklyn, New York and as the day approaches, it is impossible not to feel its presence among every New Yorker.  Though it’s a painful memory for many, it is a day that we can never forget and should always take time to reflect upon. 


September 11th…It’s hard to believe that it’s been 11 years since it happened.  It’s the  “Where were you when Kennedy was shot?” question of my generation.  I will never forget where I was…

I had just woken up in the house I grew up in, in Dearborn Heights, Michigan.  My dad was getting ready to leave for work, and I was just about to start eating a bowl of Oreo O’s.  I flipped the television on, and I saw a Breaking News banner flashing across the screen.  I saw two enormously tall buildings; one of which had a gaping hole toward the top of it with explosive smoke pouring from it.  I yelled for my dad to come in the living room, and neither one of us could believe what we saw.  At the bottom of the television it said that a plane had crashed into Tower 1 of the World Trade Center.  I kept saying to my dad, “All those people in that plane, and all the people who were just sitting at their desks at work where that plane hit just died.”  My dad sat down on the couch next to me, and we just watched in disbelief.

My dad got up to call my mom at work to tell her what had happened, when the second plane hit.  I was glued to the television the whole time, and my bowl of cereal sat untouched on the coffee table.  All of the sudden I saw a second plane hit the second tower.  I started screaming for my dad, who was now on the phone with my mom.  I heard him telling her that she was never going to believe it, but another plane had hit Tower II of the World Trade Center.  I had never seen anything like this in my life, and I could not comprehend what was about to happen to the world I lived in.  I know now that talk of terrorists existed long before September 11th, 2001, but up until that point in my life, it’s not something that I had to ever think about.  My mind never even went to that place, when I watched the terror sweeping through NYC from all the way back in Dearborn Heights, Michigan.  The first time I had even heard about terrorists was when I heard President Bush’s speech later that day.  I was so naïve to the idea of terrorists, that I distinctly remember saying to my dad over and over, “What are the chances that two planes would hit two buildings like that within just minutes of one another?”  My dad, never really being one at loss for words, just looked at me and shook his head.

I was 18 years old when September 11th happened, and I was getting ready to move to New York City the following month on October 16th to begin a musical theater conservatory program.  Suddenly my whole world was turned upside down…Terrorists, war, talk of drafts…It was bizarre.  My parents didn’t want to let me go, but I insisted that everything would be okay.  I think back now, at age 28, and I admire my fearlessness.  I must admit, I am not nearly as fearless anymore.  I think as I’ve gotten older, I have begun to think about the ‘worst case scenario’ much more often…or maybe the world I live in has just changed…either way, I don’t know if I was the person I am today, if I would have went through with the move to NYC.  However, I am glad I did, and I am happy I am the person I am today, but at the same time, the person I was 10 years ago.  After all, I ended up meeting my husband in New York, and many other dreams came true for me there, too.

Last night, I was thinking about what September 11th meant to me, and the fact that was participating in a 5K 9/11 Remembrance Run.  It’s so petty, but I realized I didn’t have anything red, white, and/or blue to wear.  It suddenly really bothered me, and I don’t know why.  Maybe it’s because I am living in Grenada, and far from New York, but it suddenly became dire for me to represent my country and all those who died that day, and I just felt like I had to do something.  I looked in my closet and I found an old navy blue shirt I didn’t care about anymore, and I found a white tank top, and a little sewing kit I brought here one and a half years ago that I have never touched, and I decided to just make something.  I don’t know how I even got started, but I just began sewing.

I decided to cut out letters and numbers that would read “Never Forget 9~11” and sew them onto a white tank top.  I don’t know why, but it made me feel better, and it made me feel like I was doing something for my fellow New Yorkers.

The final result…

A shot from the race today…

The race today was fun, and very early, but it was so worth it.  I brought my iPod with me, and I decided to do something that I never ever do.  Instead of selecting a song at the beginning of my run, I simply turned it on, and randomly flipped through all my songs without looking, and decided to listen to whatever song I stopped on.  As I started running, I pressed play, and the song “If I Die Young” came on, and I couldn’t believe it.  It was so beautiful, and it almost made me cry when I heard the lyrics, “The sharp knife of a short life, well, I’ve had just enough time.”  It broke my heart to think of all those people who died that day long before they had enough time.  It was a very humbling moment.

I didn’t know anyone who passed away on September 11th, 2001, and I wasn’t even living in New York when September 11th happened, but I truly feel for all the families and friends who lost loved ones.  I will never forget the events of that day, and someday when someone asks me where I was when September 11th, 2001 happened, I will tell them my little piece in very big history.

Where were you on September 11th, 2001


9 thoughts on “Where Were You On September 11th, 2001?

  1. Hi! I just read this blog and I started crying at work. “Why am I blogging/blog-stalking at work?” I asked myself while wiping away tears. I can’t really answer that right now, but I hope you don’t mind me following your blog. I just started a blog so I’m a newbie…..hope I can be profound like other cool kids too! ~Kristen

    • Hi Kristen, thanks so much for saying that. I was actually tearing up when I was writing it. It means a lot that someone commented on this post, because it was one of the most meaningful posts I’ve ever written. I didn’t get too much feedback from it, so it means a lot what you said. Thanks for reading:)

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  3. Hi Sarah, fun blog overall, but amazing post this one is. We all connect to September 11, because while the cause of pain might be incidental, suffering is universal and we all have suffered and can relate to it. Being Canadian, I was in university in Hull, alongside the capital, Ottawa, when sept 11th happened, My father works for the correctional services in Ottawa and all of a sudden, every single government agency became on the alert. Just like your father who was speechless, my father, who normally doesn’t get dramatic about anything only could say: “the world will never be the same”. It freaked me out.

    Came across your blog originally with the “Stuff i’ve realized recently post”, and will definitely keep reading! 🙂

    • Hey! Thanks mrchristiantoronto! Thanks for sharing your September 11th story with me. It’s always fascinating to hear what other people experienced that day. Thanks for reading and thanks for the comment:)

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