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Friday – What Was I Doing that Day?
Sep. 11th, 2009 03:29 pm.
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I've heard complaints that it's trite that everyone stops and tells their story about where they were and what they were doing when they heard about the terrorist attacks on September 11, 2001. I've heard someone say that unless you were in New York City on that day or one of the other places that got hit, then your story doesn't matter. That view fails to take into account that it was a shared experience for millions of people, all at once. While those of us who were far from Ground Zero that day did not experience the terror, we collectively felt like we had been punched in the stomach. We stopped what we were doing, and as a nation tried to comprehend what was happening. The stories of the victims and their families are by far the moist poignant, but there is a collective poignancy to all the tales of, "It was an ordinary day...until the moment it wasn't."
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( Here's Mine )
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I've heard complaints that it's trite that everyone stops and tells their story about where they were and what they were doing when they heard about the terrorist attacks on September 11, 2001. I've heard someone say that unless you were in New York City on that day or one of the other places that got hit, then your story doesn't matter. That view fails to take into account that it was a shared experience for millions of people, all at once. While those of us who were far from Ground Zero that day did not experience the terror, we collectively felt like we had been punched in the stomach. We stopped what we were doing, and as a nation tried to comprehend what was happening. The stories of the victims and their families are by far the moist poignant, but there is a collective poignancy to all the tales of, "It was an ordinary day...until the moment it wasn't."
( Here's Mine )
