NooB misses thread, asks latecomers where they were 091101?

I saw a thread earlier today about where you were in '01, wasn't able to find it before I had to go to work.
In my case on 091101 I was way hung-over taking the bus to work.
It took 1 hour 45 min. each way, twice a day for a year and a half. I'll never forget how 091101 was that day, as though there was a threat.
I've learned a lot since then.
After all this time, I can't be the only one that thinks of 0911 as just another day with an extra sprinkle of cynicism.
Is or was 911 a big deal?
It was then, but it's not now. The bells and the muffled drum-rolls are just so much bs so that people keep investing in Defense-type corporations and oil companies, NTTAWTT. My accounts are doing well this quarter.
It probably seems wrong right now, but 100 years from today, people everywhere will be wishing each other a happy 911.
911 is just another day.

my roommate woke me up to tell me about it. I assumed it was a small plane and an accident. I woke up just as the second plane hit and started to grasp the situation. That day was the strangest of my life.

n/t.

Hey! *saying to self* This is just another day. Until next year.
The Government sez I'm supposed to attach my whole life to 91101, and pay, and like it.
I don't think so.
911, if anything, is a counterpoint to April 15, where you have to pay AMT Federal penalties for all the government's failures.
911 is a scam. I'm not saying the U.S. government attacked it's own citizens, because that's frankly just insane, but the federal government is profiting handsomely, while pretending to 'do something' every now and again.
The federal government couldn't give 2 shits either way whether anyone lives or dies unless they're out a dollar or two. If short, they go all asset-forfeiture seizure on your ass.

decided that day to divorce my husband and return to north carolina. began proceedings that week.

on edit: obviously, the marriage was on the rocks before 9-11. that was the impetus to put my priorities in order.

with the conventional wisdom that the government wants everyone to believe 911 should be all about.
Thanks very much for sharing, I wouldn't presume to guess for you, but the wider backdrop of everyone else's 9-11 isn't quite like yours.

that day i realized what was precious and dear to me. my husband had already made it obvious that i was not precious and dear to him. i got my priorities in order, picked up the pieces of my life and moved forward. my aunt had flown out of new york city earlier that day, thank god. she was safe. i was in the stockroom and went out to the main floor. a co-worker said the twin towers have been hit. i was waiting for the punchline, surely this was a joke. come to realize, i was the one who had been punched. i felt sick to my stomach. i passed the bluegrass airport on my daily commute. so odd not to see air traffic over the following days. anyway, that is a part of my personal story and how 9-11 effected (affected?) me. not exciting, i realize. i have managed to lead a somewhat boring life in the scheme of things and for that i am grateful. sorry not to have some miraculous save-a-life type story to share. :shrug:

is what you said here, "all i know is
Posted by wildhorses


that day i realized what was precious and dear to me".
I don't think that can be improved upon, thanks for taking time to respond.

too bad it takes something as horrible and complicated as 9-11 to put things in perspective. :hug:

back atcha!:pals:

:toast:

;)

:beer: :7

the last of the phlox, sunflowers, coneflowers. My friend and neighbor came through the gate and told me. Neither of us had a TV so we went to another neighbor's for an hour or so. Then a bunch of us picked our children up from school, and had tea and scones on the lawn, trying for some sense of normality.

But who really cares? Sure it's indelibly fixed in my mind, but all this 9/11 worship has become mostly scab picking.

:donut:

In all my years of living, there had never been a more perfect day full of every possibility. Though a lot hung over, I still got up way early and got the bus @ 5AM into Minneapolis. An hour and a transfer later, one of my fellow everyday riders said a huge airplane crashed into the WTC.
By the time I got to work there was considerable buzz, and I went to work on my job. Ten or fifteen minutes later we in the printshop could hear all the office people going mental, as they have PCs up there and we don't.
But that was then and this is now.
Benjamin Franklin said it best, 'Those that would sacrifice their Liberty for Security will have Neither'.

of day we cherish here in Northern Vermont. It was warm, in the low seventies, with little humidity. The hills and valleys were still green, apples were ripe, leaves just turning. The last bit of summer before the swift fall, and the long winter.

And yes, Franklin said it about as well as it can be said.

Got to the lab, ran upstairs and we watched on the TV in the hall. Then one guy yells "that planes too low..."

We run to the window, and across the river smoke rises.

Spent the rest of the morning trying to reach Mom and hubby and son on phone, and trying to get out of DC. Hubby got home from his office in DC in 20 minutes - he biked. Me - it took hours by car.