11 September 2006
Five years ago, I was studying for the same test that I'm studying for right now: The Abnormal Amniocentesis Module. I was enrolled in MCP/Hahnemann University's post-baccalaureate medical science program (now Drexel's). Because we had a reading day off, I was still at home making my way slowly out to go study. I came down to the kitchen when my father told me that a plane had hit one of the twin towers. I was distracted with what I had to do for my exams and getting things together. I brushed it 0ff as some goon of a private pilot flying his Cessna too close for comfort - like that guy who landed his plane in Red Square, Moscow. I was putting my stuff in the car when I heard my dad call me. The second plane had hit the other tower. Exams and studying immediately took a back seat. I stared at the monitor...for hours, upon hours. The towers fell, the Pentagon struck, normal people fought beyond expectation.
I had come to the program from Penn State, which was largely homogenous for Pennsylvanian residents. MCPHU was comprised of people from all over the country including New York. I learned that a few of my classmates had family that worked in the towers. Thankfully, they had made it out alive. I later learned of friends who knew someone that was murdered that day in New York City. My heart grew sad and sadder yet again, as I visited New York for the first time after it had happened. The skyline looked naked. The hole in the ground. A few years earlier, I celebrated my cousin's wedding at Windows on the World. The magnificent sculptures had fallen. How could they celebrate their anniversary now?
But, life had to move on. Life has moved on. My cousin has three children. My brother has added two. Resilience.
It is important for those of us that had a more intimate experience to share it with people removed from the experience. It is important for us to remember. It is important for us to never forget.
Peace to those still in anguish at their losses. Thanks for all those that serve our nation. Rest in peace to all those that lost their lives that day.
I had come to the program from Penn State, which was largely homogenous for Pennsylvanian residents. MCPHU was comprised of people from all over the country including New York. I learned that a few of my classmates had family that worked in the towers. Thankfully, they had made it out alive. I later learned of friends who knew someone that was murdered that day in New York City. My heart grew sad and sadder yet again, as I visited New York for the first time after it had happened. The skyline looked naked. The hole in the ground. A few years earlier, I celebrated my cousin's wedding at Windows on the World. The magnificent sculptures had fallen. How could they celebrate their anniversary now?
But, life had to move on. Life has moved on. My cousin has three children. My brother has added two. Resilience.
It is important for those of us that had a more intimate experience to share it with people removed from the experience. It is important for us to remember. It is important for us to never forget.
Peace to those still in anguish at their losses. Thanks for all those that serve our nation. Rest in peace to all those that lost their lives that day.
posted by Seeker at 23:30
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