On September 13, 2001, I wrote out my experiences from being at the World Trade Center two days earlier. I was a complete wreck at the time, floating around in some sort of zombie-like haze. My head was just reeling. When I posted my essay online and sent to about five of my immediate family, I began feeling better.
I tend to gravitate back to my experience in New York on September 11th every year. I try to relive and remember exactly how I felt, what I smelled, what I witnessed and what I did that day. I have no interest in trying to purge it from my mind. I always want to remember that day and how it changed so many things about our world.
I'm reposting that essay here.
One View of Many…
It has been a little more than 48 hours since the attacks began on the World Trade Center and I’m finally able to sit down and attempt to write out what I experienced that morning in the city. My hands continue to shake and have been on and off for the past two days. I’m experiencing a wide range of rolling emotions which seem to change from hour to hour. I walk around my house and without warning will suddenly break down in tears and shakes.