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ItWasMe · 09-12-2008, 12:02 AM

I live on the west coast, USA. So it was very early morning here. My husband's mother woke us with a phone call. We flipped on the kitchen tv and made coffee. I thought the first crash was horrible and sad. When we saw the second, I said "OMG that wasn't an accident." We saw the towers fall in real time. I thought the first boom was a bomb. And the second. And the third. Then hubby said they were not bombs; the building was collapsing. I kept thinking, "no more floors, no more floors, stop falling..." But it didn't stop. And I watched many, many people die all at once, in real time. I was sick when the second building started to fall. Because I knew it wouldn't stop. I thought, "not them, too" But it was. It was later we saw what was left of the Pentagon.

I had to work that night, in a grocery store. We live in a very diverse area. I noticed that there were not many of our customers from the middle east. Those who did come in appeared very nervous. They scanned the crowds constantly, walked quickly, bought only a few items. Some of them looked their surroundings so much, like they were expecting something to happen, it put me on edge a bit. But I did try to be extra nice to them, and to call them by name if I knew their name. This went on for weeks, even months (although not as severe).

I didn't lose anyone that day. What I did lose was my ability to watch scary, violent movies. If you knew me at all, you would know that that was a big deal. I watched Halloween and Friday the 13th movies without batting an eye. I had become desensitized, I think, to alot of violence against people. Now, I struggle with the opposite. I cannot stand seeing people do things that hurt other people. Whether it be physical violence or verbal/emotional abuse. I can't keep my eyes open. I just can't hack it. Not since that day I saw so many people die at once in real life.

09-12-2008, 12:02 AM	#66 (permalink)
ItWasMe But You'll Never Prove It. Location: under your bed	I live on the west coast, USA. So it was very early morning here. My husband's mother woke us with a phone call. We flipped on the kitchen tv and made coffee. I thought the first crash was horrible and sad. When we saw the second, I said "OMG that wasn't an accident." We saw the towers fall in real time. I thought the first boom was a bomb. And the second. And the third. Then hubby said they were not bombs; the building was collapsing. I kept thinking, "no more floors, no more floors, stop falling..." But it didn't stop. And I watched many, many people die all at once, in real time. I was sick when the second building started to fall. Because I knew it wouldn't stop. I thought, "not them, too" But it was. It was later we saw what was left of the Pentagon. I had to work that night, in a grocery store. We live in a very diverse area. I noticed that there were not many of our customers from the middle east. Those who did come in appeared very nervous. They scanned the crowds constantly, walked quickly, bought only a few items. Some of them looked their surroundings so much, like they were expecting something to happen, it put me on edge a bit. But I did try to be extra nice to them, and to call them by name if I knew their name. This went on for weeks, even months (although not as severe). I didn't lose anyone that day. What I did lose was my ability to watch scary, violent movies. If you knew me at all, you would know that that was a big deal. I watched Halloween and Friday the 13th movies without batting an eye. I had become desensitized, I think, to alot of violence against people. Now, I struggle with the opposite. I cannot stand seeing people do things that hurt other people. Whether it be physical violence or verbal/emotional abuse. I can't keep my eyes open. I just can't hack it. Not since that day I saw so many people die at once in real life. __________________ . . . . . . . . . . . . . . "Ok, no more truth-or-dare until somebody returns my underwear" ~ George Lopez I bake cookies just so I can lick the bowl. ~ ItWasMe