In remembrance of 9/11/2001, I'm not posting anything tomorrow, the 12th anniversary of "Nine Eleven".
My boss is taking the day off. He hasn't worked on 9/11 since 2001. It's his way of remembering/honoring the heroes and victims of 9/11.
I wrote a poem/prose a little after that tragic day:
Also I posted something my friend "kot1k" wrote about that infamous day:
I archived a thread from one of the popular MMA forums, The UnderGround. In their off-topic forum, OtherGround, on 9/11/2001, members react to the horrendous and tragic series of events which unfolded.
Rereading my poem today, I realize I learned something along the way since that date. Do not deny something bad is happening. In some way, what I wrote for emphasis didn't really happen though. I think I was over the initial shock of the surrealness of the situation as it unfolded. After the 2nd plane hit, I felt what I thought was a mini-earthquake. At that point, mentally my gears shifted to get out of Dodge! So what I wrote with the emphasis of:
"I will always remember that this cannot be happening...
I will always remember that this is not real..."
at the end of each stanza is really not true... at some point I accepted the craziness of what was happening and decided to make like a tree and leave!
Were you in NYC that fateful day? If so, do you want to share your experiences?
If you were not here in NYC, where were you when you first found out?
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