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I would like to try to answer another poster on this question. My answer is too long to post in his thread. Besides, I think it may be on the minds of others, and I will try to answer from my "indirect" experience.
While 9/11 was directed at the entire United States of American, it did happen in New York. For those of us born, raised, and living in NYC, and the entire state, this was OUR backyard. Some people may not like that, but it is significant. I can remember back during the Cold War in grade school having drills hiding under my desk because the Russians were going to bomb us, as in NYC.
My first job out of school was a few blocks from the Towers. I saw it when it was just a big hole in the ground every day going back and forth to the subway station from work. A few months after 9/11 when I went back there, it was again a big hole in the ground. Yet, this time it was not a promise of the future, but a graveyard where thousands of people had just died. Do have any idea what that felt like? No, no, "direct" involvement
I was subbing at the time of 9/11 and at home on Long Island. I watched in horror on the TV all day. Some of my coworkers, and children, were not so lucky. Two teachers did not come to work the next day. Their husbands were among the missing. One little girl's PARENTS did not come home either. Beautiful little 6 year old. All these people were dead. That little girl went to live in another state with her GrandMa.
There was a roadside market near where I lived and bought fresh veggies. The Mom and Dad wanted to retire and have their son take over the farm. They decided to wait a while instead. Their son was a broker and went back to work at Cantor Fitzgerald. He had a wife and two little children. His remains were not identified for many months. According to his sister, he jumped from the 104th floor. Very, very sad, how two people's decision changed the fate of their son.
And speaking of fate, what of the "fate" of others? One of my husband's childhood friends, and an usher in our wedding, decided to take the day off from work and play golf. He was supposed to be at work that day, but wasn't. Many of his coworkers perished that day. Do you know how many times this man said to us, "Why ME?" Another of my husband's friends and former coworker, who we went out with frequently, got a late night call to go to a meeting the next day (9/11) in New Jersey. He watched the Towers fall from the highway. The Data Center where he worked was decimated, killing everyone in it, except HIM. Again, he said the same thing, "Why ME?" How do you answer your friends when they say this? This experience affected both these men for many years.
These are my "indirect" involvements with 9/11. While I know this cannot even come close to those who actually lost loved ones on that tragic day, if this is only second hand involvement, believe me, it's quite enough. I feel a lot more at peace today with the death of Osama Bin Landen than I have in almost 10 years ago.
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