Regrowing

ˌrēˈɡrō/ verb/ gerund or present participle: Regrowing "to grow or be grown anew or continued growth after an injury or after having died or withered"

Ten Years Ago…

Ten years ago today I was a Junior in high school, sitting in my 2nd period art class when my teacher who always had the radio or some sort of music on announce “Oh my God, a plane just hit the world trade center!” I was shocked, but not really aware of what it meant, because really the only thing that came to mind was that it was a terrible accident. The idea of a terrorist attack did not even cross my mind.

I left the class soon after, entered my 3rd period English 3 Honors class, and discovered that it was a bigger deal than everyone initially thought.. So, we did what any normal teenager would do.. we begged and pleaded our teacher to let us go to the only classroom we knew had a tv, and watch the news. By the time we got there the second plane had hit, and there were easily 100 kids and teachers crammed into the classroom. I sat on the floor only a couple feet from the entirely too small for all of us tv, and watched the first… I was horrified when the news showed people jumping… I could not fathom fear enough that would motivate me to jump out of a building hundreds of stories to the ground. Then the second building collapsed.

I remember just being in a state of shock because we knew it was on purpose now.

I have never been overly emotional, and I remember classmates and teachers crying, but for some reason, I did not. I was scared for our country, and the unknown… How many planes did they have?… Where are they heading next?.. Are any of us safe?.. Especially as the news unfolded and there were two more plane crashes. The Pentagon (which weirdly is the city I live in now), and a field in Pennsylvania.

Yet, all at the same time, I operated under a confidence knowing that even if I was not going to be “ok”.. I was safe because my God still had it and was still under control.

The rest of the day was really a blur. I remember my 6th period Biology teacher giving us some time at the beginning of class to talk about what we were thinking, feeling, and allowed us to ask questions.. Not that she had any answers, but it was certainly a lot better than being told we had to pretend none of it mattered or worse that it didn’t actually happen and our lives were not going to be different.

As soon as my dad picked me up that day (like every other day) I remember blurting out “DID YOU HEAR?!.. The World Trade Centers were hit by planes today!” He of course had heard.. and we talked about it the whole way home.. and I remember turning the HUGE tv (5 foot ginormous box of a tv we had) on and standing just a couple feet from it and watching the replays of the buildings collapse over and over… I remember just letting it sink in that this was incredible evil, and I tried envisioning the emotions every person on those planes, and in those buildings would have felt. The confusion, fear, chaos… all of it.

I remember it just being overwhelming, and that for the next several weeks I was consumed with the rescue and recovery of the people in the buildings and at the Pentagon.

So, as cliche as it sounds.. 10 years later, our lives are still moving forward.. but everyone is right, I will never be the same either. 9/11 is always a moment in time that I remember how small and fragile we all are, how evil the devil is, and how glorious my God is.

3 comments on “Ten Years Ago…

  1. Jess and Jason
    September 13, 2011

    Hey Krista – I remember this really, really well. I remember being late to English class because of a yearbook meeting (I had a note so I wasn't really tardy :)), and when I walked in, two or three people (one was Brian T.) were gathered around the radio. Everyone else was just talking and laughing. I had no clue what was going on, but the people around the radio were grim-faced and trying to get everyone else to… well, shut up. So I was just trying to help them get the others to shut up (I'd love to remember just where Mr. Vitany was during all of this – probably not even in the room!). When Mr. Vitany finally was present, I remember we all trooped down to another classroom to watch it on TV, which I kind of think was a mistake because for young minds, I think something like that should be watched in the presence of a reasonable adult (whose classroom was it? I cannot remember any longer). I just remember leaving the classroom because I felt like I was going to hurl and finding my muma in the cafeteria and hugging her. It's weird to think youngsters today really have no recollection of this because either a. they were born after the fact or b. they were so little when it happened that they just don't know about it. Craziness.

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  2. Kris
    September 13, 2011

    Haha Jess, I think Mr. Vitany was there, although as always he was slightly absent. But I do remember Brian, myself and a couple others pleading our case for why we should go to…. It was the basketball teacher's class?.. History or Social Studies.. I never had him so I don't remember his name.You're right though, it is weird to think about so many people that don't remember so weren't influenced by it.Did you have Mr. Johnson's AP History class with us?.. Remember him that week after? lol

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  3. John H
    September 16, 2011

    You were in highschool! 😉 I remember this day as well. I had just spent the summer in Colorado working with my Uncle. And just returned the evening before on a long 21 hour bus ride home to start college that week. I remember getting up and hearing my dad watching the news, saying that a plane had crashed into the pentagon. A friend of ours who had been my scoutmaster was working in that building. I too remember thinking it was an accident, and how confused I was when the story turned to another plane hitting in NYC. (were plains just suddenly out of control? I though…thinking, I had just been on a public transportation system only a few hours before)I can't remember how long it took me to understand that it was purposeful. Its odd how the mind sometimes suggests something and how we resist it as unbelievable, but with a dread that discloses we know its true.Memories in the days of our lives…

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This entry was posted on September 11, 2011 by in 10th Anniversary, 9/11, World Trade Centers.
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