CONGRATULATIONS TO THE WINNERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Since this was an extra special tribute so I decided to award TWO lucky winners with a copy of National Geographic’s “A Place of Remembrance” in honor of the 9/11 Memorial and Museum located at Ground Zero in New York City. And the winners are:
#7: Amy Hill
#11: Jenny (Winstead) Ramage
Congratulations Mrs. Hill and Jenny!!!!!!!!!
I am really excited Mrs. Hill and Jenny were the randomly selected winners. The three of us were together at Webster County High School on September 11, 2001.
Mrs. Hill (I’m sorry, I cannot call a former teacher by her first name!) was my freshman Honors English teacher. Jenny and I, while not in the same class the morning of 9/11, were students at WCHS. It is an honor and my privilege to send this special gift to these special ladies who were with me on this tragic day in our nation’s history.
I wish I could provide every participant with a copy of “A Place of Remembrance”.
I think every generation is marred by a particular event or situation in their lifetime. I will never forget Tuesday, September 11, 2001.
I was in Ms. Catlett’s Honors English IV class with seniors at Webster County High School in Dixon, KY. During our lesson, Ms. Catlett excused herself to the hallway to speak with Mrs. Scholar, our principal. Ms. Catlett returned and immediately turned on the television. The screen showed a live view of New York City and black smoke was coming out of one of the buildings. A few minutes later, I watched the second plane crash into the south tower. I couldn’t believe my eyes.
I watched black smoke roll out of the World Trade Center, moments later people were jumping out of windows 70-80-even 90-stories above the ground. A few minutes later, the south tower collaspe. This had to be a bad dream. Just like a nightmare that wouldn’t end, at 10:28 am, I watched the second tower fall.
As yearbook editor, I knew I had a responsibility to my classmates and future classes at WCHS to memoralize the events on that tragic day in 2001. Ms. Catlett helped me collect newspapers from across the country with headlines and photographs. Together, we created a collage and I wrote an editorial. I take pride in knowing that the images and words from 9/11 will be a part of my high school’s heritage forever.
My greatest memory occurred two days after 9/11. My wife and I, along with my brother and his wife, were scheduled to fly to Chicago on Thursday for our cousin’s wedding on Saturday. We went to the airport because the airline thought we could make it. As we stood in line, this well-dressed man walked by the counter wearing a turban. Everyone, including the airline employees, stopped what they were doing and looked at the man. We stood still and stared.
I felt horrible for my judgmental thoughts about a man I knew nothing about. His choice of head attire caused anger and hate in my heart which, I believe, caused God to be disappointed in me, which is one of my greatest fears. Shame came be a great teach, I have definitely learned and grown from this experience.
I was Director of the Sam Rayburn Student Center at TAMU-Commerce. I was going to a staff meeting when the first announcement came out. Sensing that this was a critical event, the staff immediately created a live TV feed to monitors throughout the building. Hundreds of students stopped what they were doing – stood, watched, waited and wept. I checked on friends who live and work nearby, as well as those who travel for a living ~ as they were stranded as airplanes were grounded.
The events of 9/11 inspired me to:
- be thankful for freedom to assemble, travel, and speak
- acknowledge fear, but not let it control me
- receive each day as a gift to be used, shared and enjoyed
On the morning of September 11, 2011, I was in a hotel in Burnaby, a suburb of Vancouver, British Columbia. In an instant, I watched in horror as the towers came tumbling down. My coworker and I said a prayer, then I called home to check on my family.
My colleagues and I were stuck in the hotel so we attended the sessions and afterwards went to dinner. One thing I remember most was traveling by skytrain to the city for dinner and eating dessert at a place called Death by Chocolate. We all ate outrageous chocolate desserts, some ate two!
My life has definitely changed since 9/11. In 2001, my son was in high school. Now, he’s preparing for his wedding. My mom and husband are both deceased. Some equate 9/11 to Pearl Harbor and, for some reason, that feels comforting to know we WILL get through these difficult times.
It was Tuesday. I was working on the post-partum floor when I heard a patient’s family member gasp. Voices begain to get louder, along with the TV. I decided to turn on a television in an empty room across from the nurses’ station. As I did, an airplane suddenly crashed into the second tower.
I could not stop thinking about my kids. My oldest was three years, my youngest was 18-months. I wanted to take them and run into the wilderness. I wanted to get away from the violence. I remember being very thankful that my husband is a country boy ~ he can kill and cook his own food, he’s resourceful and we would survive off the land, if needed. I had crazy thoughts.
Once I gathered myself, I couldn’t help but grieve for the lives lost as they suffered or fell from tall buildings. I cannot imagine what those people must have felt as they fell to their deaths. It was more than I could fathom.
The events of 9/11 inspired me to pray for our country, leaders and, yes, even our enemies.
I will never forget 9/11/01. I had been in my freshman year of college less one week. I used to turn the radio on every morning when I was getting ready for class, and that particular morning, for some reason all I could pick up was news on every station……then I actually listened to what they were saying. I called my boyfriend who lived down the hall from me, and asked him to turn on his TV. (My roommate and I didn’t have one.) I remember my words exactly, “Turn on the TV. Terrorists are attacking America.” I dressed and ran to his room. We stood and watched in shock, we didn’t know what to say. Even though I knew my mom was safe at home in Paris, TX, I still called her. I’m not sure why.
My classmates and I talked about this in a way that you would about a movie or book – it didn’t seem real. Why would someone attack America? Why would someone kill thousands of innocent people, even children? It didn’t make sense.
Since 9/11, the world has never been the same. Now, when I go to airports, I have to limit my liquid quantities, the weight of my bag, and take off my shoes and sweater before boarding the plane. I have to be swabbed or walk through metal detectors while someone in security rifles through my luggage. Businesses and schools now have terror emergency plans. As a child, I never would have dreamed of having to think of a plan for what to do with everyone if a terrorist attacked our facility. And, I never looked a Muslim and questioned whether or not his or her intentions were genuine. I think my heart breaks most of all for them because life in America will always be a challenge for their people. Ignorance breeds violence, and ignorant people simply don’t take the time to learn that Muslim Americans are not the same people who took away our innocence.
In a line from one of my favorite movies, The Crow, one of the characters says, “Your childhood is over the moment you know you’re going to die.” 9/11 was sort of like that moment for Americans. Suddenly we were no longer innocent – we were victims. We were no longer the naive youths who could count on the safety and security of our homeland. Our childhood, in essence, was over after 9/11.
I was in Virginia teaching preschool with the most interesting class of 11 boys and no girls. A parent called to tell me what was happening. I turned on a radio and listened to Dan Rather’s report, while trying not to let my students hear the news. That wasn’t hard, as 11 boys are very noisy. Every 20 minutes or so, I would go into my closet to compose myself as I was so upset and didn’t want to alarm or scare those little boys. The hardest part of the day was taking them outside to the playground. As we were in the same state as the Pentagon, I kept one eye on the kids and one eye on the sky. It was a beautiful day to play outside, marred by terror and hatred. My babies did not deserve that, nobody deserved that.
~ Giveaway Announcement ~
To mark this special anniversary, I am giving away ONE copy of A Place of Remembrance. To enter, please leave a comment on this post with your name and email address. One entry per person, please.
Contest ends Thursday, September 15. The winner will be selected by Random.org.
A Place of Remembrance honors the fallen and celebrates the spirit of hope as it tells the emotional story behind the creation of the National September 11 Memorial, from the tragic events of 9/11 to the process of rebuilding on these eight sacred acres in downtown Manhattan.
Like the memorial, this official commemorative book from National Geographic is a lasting tribute to those lost in New York, Pennsylvania, and at the Pentagon, and it lists the names of all the victims and where to find the inscriptions on the memorial itself.
***Proceeds from its sale help support the memorial.***
Peace, love, and remembrance,