Remembering 9/11

As our nation prepares to commemorate an anniversary that cannot be forgotten, I hope you will forgive me for this break from my fitness writing to share some thoughts surrounding the 10-year anniversary of September 11th.

On that bright, crisp day in 2001, I was a general assignment reporter at News 12 Connecticut.  Shortly after 8:46 am, as we prepared for the daily meeting, our morning show executive producer ran out of her office to tell us a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center.  Soon, all the televisions behind the assignment desk were breaking in with news of what we thought was a horrible accident. We then watched in horror as the second plane hit the South Tower. It was the first and only time I can remember a newsroom being absolutely silent.  Then, in what seemed like a blurred frenzy, our assistant news director shifted into auto-pilot and sent us out with videographers and live trucks.  There were no lessons from my journalism classes or past experiences as a reporter that could have helped me prepare for that unfathomable day.  Before leaving the newsroom, I left a message on my parents’ answering machine telling them how much I loved them.

I started the day reporting on local reaction from people glued to the TVs at a local diner in Norwalk. Eventually, I was sent to the Fairfield train station. There was a medical team set up for triage to help those returning from the city. As the trains began pulling in late in the day, men and women emerged from the cars covered in ashes.  Those were the people I knew I had to approach for live interviews. Some approached me. Most were in shock. In between live shots, I would sit in the news car and cry. When I had cell service, I would check for voice messages with any news about my many friends and loved ones who lived or worked in the city.

I don’t remember how many live shots I did that day or how many people I interviewed. I do remember the faces of the medical team anxiously waiting to treat injured survivors; the tearful embrace between an ash-covered man and the woman waiting for him on the platform; and all the cars that remained in the parking lot as midnight approached. I wondered how many people would never return to claim them.

In the days that followed, I learned a former colleague and friend from News 12 Long Island, Glen Pettit, was killed. He was a talented videographer and NYPD officer.  I learned about other people’s loved ones who were killed. I held back tears while interviewing people who still hoped someone they loved would come home. I held back tears while speaking with members of the Stamford fire department who wanted to do more to help their brothers in the city. In the fleeting moments when I was alone, I let the tears flow freely.

I also remember how sales of American flags skyrocketed and how people wanted to help each other in whatever way possible. We were wounded, but the American spirit was not broken. Ten years later, as we remember those who lost their lives on that tragic day, may we honor their memories by doing good for others.  If you need ideas, I hope a recent interview with MyGoodDeed co-founder David Paine offers some inspiration.

http://www.westglen.com/hhrtv/current/1.php

God Bless America.

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About LauraLovesFitness

After spending more than 10 years in the communications industry, this lifetime fitness lover and newly certified fitness professional wants to share my passion for health and well-being with others.

Posted on September 9, 2011, in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. I remember exactly where I was and what I was doing on that horrible day. Fall is my favorite season but i always dread when September comes because i know how sad I always feel when 9/11 approaches. My sons school is collecting food and school supplies today and i have been up since 6 packing up huge bags of stuff for him to bring in. I wish i could do more than announce in my classes to never forget them. Thanks for sharing your story with me. I couldn’t imagine what it must have been like being in the middle of the aftermath. xoxo

    • Hello Amy, I believe all of us will always remember exactly where we were on 9/11. What you have been doing to help your son’s school in their efforts to help others as a tribute to those who lost their lives on that tragic day is wonderful. Whether it’s helping with donations or reminding people to stop and remember those affected by the day’s events, no good deed is too small. Each and every effort is proof that our spirit as a nation remains strong. Take good care…xo

  2. so amazing Laura, I have read so many tellings of where people were on this infamous day. As everyone else, I remember where I was, what I was doing and where I was going. My daughter Angelica was 6 months old and heard me talking about it. She asked me what it was, and I sadly had to explain it to her. Bianca was 3 years old and she does not remember it either. A dear friend of mine lives in Beirut, Lebanon. She grew up there and often would tell me stories of her childhood that were filled with horrific death and violence. To her, this story of 911, occurs often. To us as Americans, it is hard to imagine. That is why PEACE needs to be ongoing, and part of our culture to share with other cultures. Words, not warfare can make change….Praying for peace, in Rhode Island.

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