Three years ago today I was running late for work because I had a broken toe and sore back from a fall down the stairs. As I was finally about to leave Doug called me from work and told me about the first plane. I asked him a hundred questions that he couldnâ€™t answer and sat down in front of the television. I didnâ€™t get up again for hours. After the second plane Doug came home and we watched together. I spent the next 24 hours trying to get in touch with my brother who lives in DC or his wife who works as a Russian languages translator for Colin Powell. The phone lines were so tied up that nothing was getting through. I tried talking Doug into checking the children out of school but he convinced me to keep their day normal. If I had known the teachers were showing it in all the classrooms (including my then Kindergartener), I would have gone to get them. I donâ€™t need to say the emotions I felt because everyone felt them. The most striking thing for me over the next few days was the silence. For all of 9/11 â€“ 12 the roads were vacant. Nobody went anywhere. Helicopters and planes didnâ€™t hum overhead, people didnâ€™t work or play outside, everyone stayed inside, watched television, wept and prayed. When the planes began to fly again the noise was jarring and unnatural. Although I only glance sideways at most planes, the sound of the military jets doing their sonic boom fly-by as they circle the nearby nuclear power plant still makes me cringe. I know a lot of people in other countries feel that it was Americaâ€™s turn for terrorism. They are wrong. No one anywhere deserves violence. Americans have always had homegrown terrorists but this was so different. I am angry that the government is using our fears to control us. I hope that someday I will be able to remember this as the day that Amy was conceived.
“Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree.” Martin Luther King Jr.