Volstorm
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I hadnt had a chance to comment about 9/11 because I had been on the road all day. So let me say ahead of time, I appreciate your patience, and this weeks edition is still on its way. And thank you to all of Americas heroes.
You know it has only been five years but I can still remember like it was yesterday.
I was getting ready for work, listening to Mancow on 94.3, with thoughts of Tennessee/Florida later on that week. At first I thought it was a joke, you know how morning D.J.s are, but when they mentioned the first plane, I immediately turned on the TV. Continuing to get ready I just dismissed the incident as just that, a random occurrence. I get in my car, drive to work
...and then it happened.
They announced the second plane had hit, and immediately I knew we were under attack. As I rushed to work, I turned on my radio, my computer and the TV. I was trying to find out as much as I could, as quickly as I could. I called friends and family making sure everyone was ok. Some were glued to their TVs, some continued on their way, many didnt know what to do. I had one friend in particular who lived in Philadelphia, and it took forever before I could get through to her. But thank God, she was ok. Another friend of mine said he was getting his things together to go into the mountains, if need be.
I watched footage of the two towers on fire, the pentagon, and flight 93, one right after the other. I remember as the towers fell, first one, and then the other. I remember spending days staring at the TV, the images of Mayor Rudy, President Bush, and even members of congress coming together for the sake of the country, united. I remember watching for days and days people holding pictures of their lost loved ones, hoping that they would be found. And I remember the images of the men and women, firemen, police officers, emts, national guardsmen, and ordinary citizens, trying to find more and more people, and clear the debris.
So much exposure left me numb, it left me angry and I knew I would never be the same again. One poor friend of mine had her birthday on September 12, and I remember how she thought it was so wrong to celebrate it in the middle of this tragedy. I am glad we were strong enough, to take her out anyway. I am also glad that the SEC had enough decency to call off a game, that on 9/10, was the biggest thing in the southeast. Even they did take their time in doing so.
I remember when I finally broke down.
In an effort to try and snap out of my zombie-like effect, I watched wrestling about two days later (surprise, surprise). And I remember all the wrestlers, managers, McMahon family members and others gathered around the ring. The ring announcer at the time was a lovely woman by the name of Lillian Garcia (I know many of you know who she is). And as she sang our National Anthem, I lost it. I cried and let out so much emotion that had been trapped inside of me, and the healing began. As the program continued many of the stars shared their feelings and stories, and I remember it made me feel better, just sharing the feelings that I was going through.
We as a people came together, and it felt good.
I remember the dedication by the news anchors, with their constant coverage of the events, and how they shared their feelings. I remember most how local sports radio host Tony Basilio stayed on the air for hours and hours, and let the common man and the common fan, share their feelings with all of us.
Thank you Tony.
Volunteer, Gator, Crimson Tide fan, Republican, Democrat, Conservative, Liberal, Insider and Outsider all came together, and we finally felt like we were united under one title American.
It has only been five years but I can still remember like it was yesterday.
You know it has only been five years but I can still remember like it was yesterday.
I was getting ready for work, listening to Mancow on 94.3, with thoughts of Tennessee/Florida later on that week. At first I thought it was a joke, you know how morning D.J.s are, but when they mentioned the first plane, I immediately turned on the TV. Continuing to get ready I just dismissed the incident as just that, a random occurrence. I get in my car, drive to work
...and then it happened.
They announced the second plane had hit, and immediately I knew we were under attack. As I rushed to work, I turned on my radio, my computer and the TV. I was trying to find out as much as I could, as quickly as I could. I called friends and family making sure everyone was ok. Some were glued to their TVs, some continued on their way, many didnt know what to do. I had one friend in particular who lived in Philadelphia, and it took forever before I could get through to her. But thank God, she was ok. Another friend of mine said he was getting his things together to go into the mountains, if need be.
I watched footage of the two towers on fire, the pentagon, and flight 93, one right after the other. I remember as the towers fell, first one, and then the other. I remember spending days staring at the TV, the images of Mayor Rudy, President Bush, and even members of congress coming together for the sake of the country, united. I remember watching for days and days people holding pictures of their lost loved ones, hoping that they would be found. And I remember the images of the men and women, firemen, police officers, emts, national guardsmen, and ordinary citizens, trying to find more and more people, and clear the debris.
So much exposure left me numb, it left me angry and I knew I would never be the same again. One poor friend of mine had her birthday on September 12, and I remember how she thought it was so wrong to celebrate it in the middle of this tragedy. I am glad we were strong enough, to take her out anyway. I am also glad that the SEC had enough decency to call off a game, that on 9/10, was the biggest thing in the southeast. Even they did take their time in doing so.
I remember when I finally broke down.
In an effort to try and snap out of my zombie-like effect, I watched wrestling about two days later (surprise, surprise). And I remember all the wrestlers, managers, McMahon family members and others gathered around the ring. The ring announcer at the time was a lovely woman by the name of Lillian Garcia (I know many of you know who she is). And as she sang our National Anthem, I lost it. I cried and let out so much emotion that had been trapped inside of me, and the healing began. As the program continued many of the stars shared their feelings and stories, and I remember it made me feel better, just sharing the feelings that I was going through.
We as a people came together, and it felt good.
I remember the dedication by the news anchors, with their constant coverage of the events, and how they shared their feelings. I remember most how local sports radio host Tony Basilio stayed on the air for hours and hours, and let the common man and the common fan, share their feelings with all of us.
Thank you Tony.
Volunteer, Gator, Crimson Tide fan, Republican, Democrat, Conservative, Liberal, Insider and Outsider all came together, and we finally felt like we were united under one title American.
It has only been five years but I can still remember like it was yesterday.
