It is now a memorial site, a very fitting tribute but in those days of terror, with the smell of ash and heat floating into the air...and the sights of horror and roadside make-shift memorials and missing pages popping up everywhere you could think...it was a very different feel. Converting parks into candle vigils and trying to find their loved ones. The lines of people trying to get out of the lower part of Manhattan. The mass exodus in the afternoon through a eerily blank Time Square because subways were not running. The fear levels and the sadness level...unbearable. How is one supposed to go through relaxation exercises and focus on learning different acting techniques, basically concentrate, with sirens going by every moment?
But what was also beautiful following the horrible day was the pride and strength that evolved from it. It was actually palpable. You could actually feel it grow not only in the "City that Never Sleeps" but nation-wide.
I have not been back to NYC since this time in my life, yet the friends I have made during this time period have remained and for that I am grateful. I am grateful for the shared experience that has drawn us together. I am reminded every year on this date of the horrific images, the scary moments, and the tears begin to flow again much like the pool you can now see on the World Trade Center memorial...as the water flows into the dark holes left by two planes.
It truly is a day I will NEVER FORGET.
It is my hope to be able to get back to NYC in the near future and be able to go to the museum and memorial and be able to take it in. Shed some tears and remember the day that our lives was changed forever.
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