Quite the creature of habit, I had the Today Show on in the background as I went about my morning routine.
Annie had headed off to school and I was awaiting the arrival of a friend who was coming over to work on a volunteer project with me.
Out of the corner of my ear (is there such a thing?) I heard Katie Couric mention something about reports of a small plane crashing into the World Trade Center.
“Oh dear”, I thought. “Must have been a student pilot. Hmmm, it seems strange that a student pilot would be allowed in the air space over Manhattan.”
I went about my business until I heard Katie talking to a viewer who called in to give her eyewitness report.
The semi-panicked woman said over and over, “It wasn’t a small private plane. It was a large jet.”
Katie kept trying to convince the caller that, while it may have looked like a large plane, it couldn’t have been. “I’m sure it happened so fast that you didn’t get a good look.”
The woman did not waiver from her story. This back and forth between the eyewitness and Katie Couric went on for a few minutes.
Then someone must have spoken to Katie in her earpiece. Telling her the awful, horrible, unimaginable truth.
It was then that Katie Couric’s voice changed and I knew something was terribly wrong.
I spent the rest of the day riveted to the television coverage like everyone else.
My friend joined me as we watched the horror play out. It was her birthday. It was not going to be the kind of birthday she had planned.
Throughout the day I remember being so impressed by the journalists, most of whom were New Yorkers themselves and many of whom had family members or friends working in or near the World Trade Center. Reporters were interviewing witnesses while trying to verify the safety of their own children. They talked to person after person who was desperately trying to get news about their spouse or parent. How on earth were the journalists able to keep their composure in the midst of stories that brought the rest of us to tears.
The professionalism exhibited, under the most difficult of circumstances, was oddly comforting. I guess it provided some sense of calm and order in the face of a very different reality.
Let’s pray that these professionals are never again faced with having to report such atrocities. And let’s pray for all of the souls lost in New York, Washington D.C. and Pennsylvania, along with their families and friends.
This post was written as part of the September Sapphire Even Day Blog Challenge sponsored by Being a Wordsmith. Today’s topic: Commemoration – Where were you on September 11th, 2001.Thanks for stopping by,
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