Fridays Are For One Question

In 2001, I was about 2 weeks into my first semester at Beeson Divinity School in Birmingham, Alabama. New school, new town, new life. I was sitting in the study cubes, waiting for class to start, pondering the fact that apparently there were indeed people in the world (who I was daily meeting) who were smarter than I was, when I saw someone run past the cubes into the commons.

Then someone else did. Then someone else did. Then I did.

And there we stood, gathered around a small television, watching a burning building. How awful – one of the towers of the World Trade Center was on fire.

And then we saw, on live television, the second plane hit.

Everything was different.

I’m curious today – would you share where you were 10 years ago on September 11th?

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  • Nanette says:

    I was driving into work when I first heard of the plane flying into the WTC. Then when I got to work, someone had found an old TV and had it tuned in and the rest of the day was spent with our eyes/ears on the TV. I remember feeling sick to my stomach at the sight of people jumping to their death. That afternoon, I couldn’t get to my first-grader fast enough and was so thankful to be able to hold him and tried to protect him from the news. In hindsight, I wish I had let him watch some of the coverage that day so he could have seen the heroism of the first responders.

  • jen clapp says:

    I was on the opposite side of Samford’s campus, a sophomore sitting in Biblical Perspectives. We’d just gotten back from our break, and the people that’d gone downstairs to the foreign languages department to watch TV came back with the news. Our professor thought they were joking, but after class we all went to the library where they’d designated the viewing rooms to different news media channels. I’ll always remember sitting on a bench swing outside my dorm later that day with my Daddy, who drove up to buy me my first cell phone to use during emergencies.

  • Megs says:

    It was senior year at Vandy, and I had just gotten up for my Thursday morning class. The second my light came on, one of my roommates knocked on my door. She had been up first in our suite, had seen the news that morning, and was waiting anxiously for someone else to get up. In my half-asleep state, I was sure she must have misunderstood something. New York was under attack? What? I stumbled into the common room in time to see the plane hit the second tower. We woke the other girls, and all six of us sat glued to the television as the news unfolded. One of the girls tried repeatedly to call her boyfriend who was working in the Pentagon after the news of that hit. No one could get through on the phone lines. Campus was in a daze.

  • Becky Dietz says:

    I had been to a prayer meeting with 3 friends. (We’d meet to pray before our kids got up to get ready for school.) When I walked into the house, Andy told me one of the towers had been hit. I called my prayer partners and told them to turn on their tv’s. It was horrible waiting to see how much of our country was going to be hit. Andy & I were glued to the television the rest of the day. And we were already wishing we were near so we could help minister to the hurting. So very sad.

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