September 11, 2010

Where Were You When The World Stopped Turning--Alan Jackson

Today is 9/11/10, the ninth anniversary of the worst terror attacks ever on US soil. Tyler and I watched specials all week on National Geographic Channel like "Guiliani's 9/11," "Inside 9/11," and "Interrogating Sadam." I saw some views of the planes striking the towers that I had never seen before. The images, even the ones I've seen hundreds of times, still chill me.

I remember exactly where I was that day. I was in my first semester at Marshall and we had been in class around a month. My least favorite class was Chemistry, so naturally that's where I was. It started at 9:00am and my professor, who is the only teacher in my entire school career I can say I hated, was a few minutes late. We were discussing leaving when he came breezing into the room, headed to his desk and said, "2 planes have crashed into the towers of the World Trade Center in New York. Indications are it may be a terrorist attack. We, however, will continue on."
With that, he got out his maker and started writing chem stuff on the board. Here he essentially tells us the world is ending, we were 18, and we're going to learn chemistry. It was quite possibly the worst hour and 20 minutes of my life. When I came out, Tyler was waiting for me. He had been watching the events unfold in one of the labs. We went home and my other class, Human Anatomy, was canceled, which was good because I had no intention of going.

I know there aren't many people who can say 9/11 was a lifesaver, but for our family, it was. My dad's plant held a blood drive about 2 months after 9/11. He walked the few blocks to the office to give blood. When he got there, his blood pressure was so elevate that the told him they couldn't let him donate and to see his doctor, though he didn't even have a doctor. The doctor sent him for a stress test and the first week of December, at the age of 49, he had a quintuple bypass, with one vein jumping 2 blockages. 2 of the veins were 100% blocked. He had never had a single chest pain. The doctor told him he probably never would have had any pain, we just would have found him dead. If it hadn't been for 9/11, my daddy may not be alive now.

God bless all those who died that day: civilians, firefighters, policemen and EMS. May God also shine his light on the families of those involved in this tragedy.


1 comment:

mariahsmile said...

omg I'm glad your dad found out early, that is crazy how it happened!

I was at Marshall too, but in my Communications class (my least favorite class) and my teacher came in and told us about the one plane (at that time) that crashed. She said she had to go cause she had neices that went to a school that was only like a block from the towers. I remember going home and just staring at the tv in disbelief as the other plane crashed. Such a scary day!