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September 09, 2011


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I often wonder how those too young to fully grasp the impact on modern history 9/11 had.

A child of say.. seven, would have had no idea what 9/11 was beyond perhaps a plane crash and a building falling down.

On 9/11/2011, they may have been able to truly understand what a bad day it was and how it was unprecedented in American history.

Is this a finished project or an ongoing one?
I'd like to see the finished product.

laser levels guru

I remember working in London at a huge Nortel networks data center. They shut the whole plant down when the news was known to everybody and made everyone leave early - a really devastating event for the whole world

Dave Sims

Thanks for sharing your perspective on 9/11 and the impact it has had on your life and our society. I happen to be sitting in my office on Lexington Ave and 46th street. When the first plane struck the tower it was heartbreaking. When the second plane hit it was scary and I knew something was seriously going wrong. I lived in orange county which was 2 hours north of the city. I spent the night in the office and made it home late afternoon on 9/12. Life has never been the same since that day.


John Nuck

I wrote this poem on the night of 9-11-01; my son was 7 years old at the time. My anxiety for his safety has not ebbed in the least these last 10 years.

Nine Eleven

One night, the night after
the World Trade Center collapsed;
I stand by my son's bedroom door,
listening to his sleepy breath,
as curtains of rain pummel his window.

I close my eyes and evoke
the sound of my Dad's voice,
whispering though the lilac trees in our backyard,
as the warm, windy, morning sun flutters
through the curtains.
I hear my little brother breathing
in the bunk bed above, as my Dad is pruning
and tying the lilac branches together
so the trees remain healthy.
In my bunk bed, I close my eyes: All is right with the world.

As they look for more people in the New York rubble,
I struggle at my son's bedroom door
to find a way to make him feel safe again.

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