How could one forget 9/11/01? I was ill that day. As I lay on the couch watching Good Morning America, the tone of the show changed completely. Something had gone terribly wrong. Multiple planes hijacked? You’ve got to be kidding me! One plane hits a tower. No accident. Smoke envelops the NY sky. Another plane hits the other tower, caught on camera. Shortly thereafter, a tower crumbles; the other soon follows.
The sick feeling in my stomach was now compounded. I felt bad when I began the day, but now another sick feeling consumed me that brought me to tears. I’d hoped it was a dream.
I laid on the couch virtually all day long, watching planes repeatedly crash into the twin towers, as well as the subsequent crumbling of the towers to the ground. All day long. It was like the movie Groundhog Day. How could I ever forget?
