3 years later

I still remember it like it was yesterday. Waking up in the morning, getting ready for my classes just a week into my sophmore year of college…the whole routine was the same until my friend Rico IM’d me about the news he just heard: two planes had just crashed into the World Trade Center. Then he mentioned that there were already rumors of hjackings.

I immediantly tried to go to CNN.com and MSNBC.com. Both refused to load…I have never seen two of the most traffic heavy web sites on the planet suffer like they did that day. I kept trying various media web sites that I could remember off the top of my head, either they weren’t loading or loaded extremely slowly. I gave up at that moment, with more questions then answers.

I didn’t have a TV in my dorm room at the time (my roommate’s dad was bringing up that weekend), so I ran over to the lounge and turned it on. The images of the burning towers enveloped the screen. I just watched, barely blinking, for probably ten minutes before I decided to go to the cafeteria and get food (even though in a way, I just lost my appetite).

When I walked into the cafeteria, everyone there was staring at the TV that had been switched from the normal College Television Network to CNN. There I tried to eat, although I only got half-way before I stopped. I watched the coverage a little more from there then went back to my dorm.

By then, every student was up and watching TV. I noticed some of my friends huddled together next to a TV, so I watched it with them. The first tower collapsed about 30 seconds after I entered the room. Trying to fight through our shock and yells, I tried to offer explanations to my friends about who is responsible of these crimes. Only myself and one other guy knew enough about world events to hear about Osama Bin Laden before, so we explained who he was to everyone else and why he would do something like this. I don’t think I ever remember seeing so many students interested in a world event like this before and that probably will never happen again.

The horrors of that day come and go as time passes on. For me, they are perhaps not as scary as someone who may have lived through it or someone who lost a loved one or waited for a loved one to finally come home. Three years ago, those thoughts could not escape my mind.

It should remind all of us of what is important in life and what isn’t. It should also remind our politicans to do the right thing, instead of the same old thing.