I remember this day so well.
I had just got home from work and I put the radio on and got on with preparing our evening meal. I didnβt take too much notice of what was being said on the radio, I thought the person was talking about an up and coming film, describing a scene from the film. When he said β. The BBC are reporting live from America β I started to take notice.
I rushed into the lounge and turned on the TV to see the horror that was not as I thought a film , but real life. Sick, horrible real life. It was then dad rang me, he was watching it unfold and we both cried together at the dreadful scenes being broadcast into our homes.
I will never get over the sight of people covered in ash , one person looked like a statue, that person I learned later was dead .
Gem, I agree - the world changed, and not for the better.
I was helping in my son's shop and someone came in from the street asking if we had a tv. We had a very, very tiny portable one and switched it on. Within minutes the shop was packed with silent, horrified people watching the atrocity unfold.
"Joy is what happens to us when we allow ourselves to recognise how good things really are. "
I had had a driving lesson that morning, came home, made my lunch and sat down to eat it in front of the TV. They were reporting a plane having crashed into one tower. Having been to NY the previous year and stayed in hotel directly opposite the Twin Towers, and having walked through the building, I could picture it and was horrified. A terrible incomprehensible accident I thought. As I watched news of the second tower being hit came through, then I knew it was no accident but something far more terrible and wicked
βA grandchild fills a space in your heart that you never knew was empty.β β Unknown
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