Where Were You on 9/11?

11 09 2009

Twin Towers

At the time, I was a reporter and I was on my way to work. I was listening to one of our sister stations in the car and heard ABC news and thought it was some kind of a weird bit that they were doing. Then, I actually processed what was happening and called my mom and told her to turn on the news, thinking it was just a freak accident. I raced to the station in time to stand in the newsroom and watch a plane hit the second tower. My heart sank and I felt ill.

Immediately, my reporter’s instincts kicked in – I grabbed a tape recorder and hit the streets of downtown Columbus, looking for someone, anyone who would talk to me about what had happened. All of the federal buildings were locked and people were so shocked that they couldn’t speak very well about what they had seen. I did manage to get an interview with a Mosque – within an hour of the second plane hitting the WTC, the Mosque had received several threatening calls. We were one of the few stations that wanted their side of it. When I got back to the station, the building was deserted: our GM had sent a memo telling people to leave work and be with their families.

That night, I went to the only place I could think of: a church. I watched a prayer service take place on the lawn and felt comforted by the members’ faith and grace. They talked openly about their observations – many hugged or held hands, while others cried and couldn’t speak. I spoke to the pastor at great length and, while he didn’t say much, he didn’t have to, either. He quietly said, “we’re Americans and we are Christians. We’ll get through this.”

America changed that day – for better or for worse. Thank a soldier for the sacrifices they make every day in the name of freedom and please keep the victims, first responders, families, and others in your thoughts and prayers today.