I remember exactly where I was when the reports started pouring over the internet of the tragedies September 11, 2001. The world was rocked. A nation experienced the horrors of terrorism en masse trauma. The New York skyline was changed forever. Pentagon took a direct hit. Heroically a plane full of people changed their target to an open field. The events blasted from every monitor in the computer lab that I worked in. Over and over and over from every side I watched the planes crashing…crashing…crashing. I felt nothing. I watched numb, barely conscious of the horror on every side. How could I be so heartless and cold that I felt nothing? The week before I was diagnosed with cancer. My world was already shattered. It took me days before I processed what happened. I picked up People magazine where it reported the people that came and helped. Chefs feeding firemen. Volunteers coming from every state. Mobilization of a nation pulling together to heal a gaping wound. Sorrow, grief, sadness, fear, swirled and swayed in the dust and smoke. Emotion over load. Shortly after doctors reported incidences of PTSD all across the nation.
9/11 changed everyone’s view of PTSD and terrorism.
A memorial to those that died on 9/11. A flag for every person that died that day.