9/11: Amy Remembers

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There has been so much written, discussed, expressed about this tenth anniversary.  I almost don’t feel the need to contribute myself.  But there have been queries on Twitter about where I was when the twin towers fell, about how it affected me, about the shadow it cast.  I wanted to share with you those thoughts, and open up — via my website — an opportunity to share yours.

Of course we all remember exactly where we were.  For me it was a little after 6 am.  Charlotte was six months old, and not yet sleeping through the night.  I  had been up during the dark, so Brad woke up at 5 to give me some last couple hours before I had to go to work on Judging Amy.  I came downstairs to see him rocking her in his arms, glued to the T.V.  Something has happened, he said.  A plane flew into the World Trade Center.

I came out of a sleep fog to catch up with his alert, adrenalized demeanor.  Charlotte tried to doze in his arms.  She was so little, so ridiculously little.  Her glorious, huge super-model eyes made her look, as an infant, like a fish.  My slippery girl-fish.

Oh my god, there’s a second plane, Brad said.  We watched with the rest of the globe at the impossible image — impossible.  A plane in a building?  Who would’ve thought it?  And yet there it was.

I scrolled down my mind for New York friends — where are they?  Downtown?  Uptown? Out of town?  As in a dream, I readied myself for work.

No, Brad said, you shouldn’t go to work.  It’s a movie studio.  It’s a target.

Could that be true?  I called the assistant director, or she called me.  Can’t remember now.  Do I come in to work?  I asked, thinking, could it really be that in the face of violent calamity I’m supposed to go shoot a television show?  How insane is that.

I was told to stand by.  I stood by.  I then heard they were closing the studios for the day, or longer.  Although I was not on the streets of lower Manhattan, fear and panic seeped through my house’s walls, into my skin, re-wiring my DNA forever.  This was real, and not going away.

The rest of the day passed, I don’t know how.  Brad, Charlotte and I were plunged into the world community, actors on the stage of terrorism.  Not spectators anymore, but victims too.  Joining the ranks of the terrorized.  In retrospect I, like many others, wish we’d had a leader who could transform our response and the world’s outpouring of sympathy into something more enlightened than a bombing raid.

The next day we went to work.  Our small tribe of artists showed up to produce season three of Judging Amy.  Of course we needed to say something, acknowledge that the world had utterly changed in the last 36 hours, acknowledge that fate had led us to share this moment in history with this particular group.

Amy Remembers 9-11

We went outside the stages and stood in a circle.  Tyne Daly, Joe Stern, our producer, and myself were at the helm.  Tyne, normally eloquent and visionary, was at a loss.  She asked me to say something.  What could I possibly say?

I said that I didn’t know what to say.  That I was at a loss, like everyone else.  But the one thing I realized, driving into work, was that I wanted to put good, healing, non-violent stuff into the world.  And that I was grateful that my job on Judging Amy allowed us to do that.  We chose to tell stories about people walking toward health, stumbling together at times in their imperfection.  I was proud that we weren’t telling stories about violence and sadism, that we weren’t glorifying the dark side of humanity.

We shared a moment of silence, for those we lost in the attacks.  Then we filmed our show.

Moment of SilenceTyne recalls my speech that day, and has more than once expressed gratitude that I found the words that she could not.  I don’t know how eloquent they were, but I still stand by the same, simple truth:  I want to be a source of love, not hate.  Reactive retaliating will get us more of the same.  It is a complicated world out there, and I have no doubt that there are people plotting right now for my country’s demise.  But it is my fervent, genuine prayer that in trying to protect ourselves from people like them, we do not become just like them.

God bless us on this anniversary.  I feel enormous gratitude for this community that we’re building, that through technology, crosses national and geographic boundaries.  May our collective good will prevent another calamity like September 11, 2001.

And now.  Where were you on 9/11?  Tell me your story.

51 Comments to

“9/11: Amy Remembers”

  1. Avatar September 11th, 2011 at 3:22 pm Sashaknows Says:

    I don’t recall what you said either, though I remember being so thankful to have you at the helm of our JA ship as we all mourned for those who lost their lives, prayed for those involved in the rescue, and grieved over the loss of our country’s innocence. Peace to all. xo mel


  2. Avatar September 11th, 2011 at 3:28 pm Katie Gain Says:

    Hi Amy!

    First of all can I just tell you that I absolutely adore Private Practice – it has gotten me through some tough times. I know that it is a tribute to the writing of Shonda and the crew but the cast are incredible to, to be able to bring the stories to life and put me into a place of understanding – thank you. You are a phenomenal actress – the season 2 finale is still ingrained in my mind.

    Also ingrained is 9/11 – I was 8 at the time. I live in England and I had just started school. I didn’t hear about it until I got home and watched it over and over again on the news just like when Diana died. I remember having nightmares for a few years after – although it wasn’t my country, I have always felt an affinity to the USA and I still do. My heart goes out to all those affected by 9/11. History will make sure they are never forgotten – God Bless America. Always,

    Adore you Amy,
    Love your blog! Xxx


  3. Avatar September 11th, 2011 at 3:35 pm Josie Ann Cleary Says:

    I was at school in PA and was completely unaware of what was going on until both buildings were down. All I know, is my professor came into class and announced what had happened. My initial thought was “Mary works in the south tower.” My professor told us that the buildings had fallen and I asked the only words I could form at the time, “Did everyone evacuate first?” She said no, and I left the class. Trying to call home was very difficult as circuits were all busy. I finally got through and my family shared the same panic I felt. My cousin, who was much more than a cousin to me, was at work when the plane hit.

    To say I was glued to the TV is an understatement. I scanned the crowds of people they showed on the news just hoping I saw her. I knew it was a long shot as she was on the 96th floor of the building, but I held out that little bit of hope.

    I wanted to go home so badly, but the roads leading into and out of NJ were all closed, so I was stuck. It was the worst feeling in the world to be so far from my family at such a time.

    My cousin Mary was a second mom to me. In fact, there were times I was more afraid to tell her something I had done rather than my own mother. (She was so brutally honest it hurt sometimes!) But she was a fantastic woman. She and her husband, Ramon, were the type of couple you only see on TV. If they ever fought, no one knew it. They were so in love with each other. She had four boys who have all grown up to be such fine gentlemen. She treated each of their birthdays, graduations, and other life events, as though they were national holidays. She threw the best parties.

    Mary had move to PA not long before this happened. Had she still been in NJ, she would still be here today. In true Mary fasion, she changed her work schedule so she could spend more time with her children when they got home from school.

    It’s amazing how you can recall such memories when they are tied to such an event.

    Amy, as one of the families affected by this tragedy, I thank you for your blog post.

    Josie Ann Cleary


  4. Avatar September 11th, 2011 at 3:36 pm Kmac Says:

    Growing up in Canada – I’m always quite amazed at the pure patriotism that Americans have.

    With that being said – I’m watching the news right now & they are discussing plans to build a mosque near ground zero.

    Is it sad that I don’t think it’s that big of a deal? Perhaps. But then again – I think that I am more understanding and accepting of people than the average Joe.

    And I think Canadians are quite more accepting in general – same sex marriage has been legal here since 2005. You have the right to love who you want, to work where you want, to learn what you want and you have the right to partake in any religion you want to. Radical terrorism should not categorize the Muslim faith. Nor should radical religious cults categorize the Christian or Mormon faith. To assume that a Mosque is a breading place for terrorism is UTTERLY RIDICULOUS. That’s all.


  5. Avatar September 11th, 2011 at 3:38 pm Iloth26 Says:

    On 9/11 I was in a second grade classroom.
    I know everyone is thinking, ‘You’re too youn to remember… What could you possibly know?’ I was affected that day just like everyone else. My dad came and picked me up from school. I was arguing with the secretary; she said I was picking my mom up from DFW. I told her we were simply going fifteen minutes down the road to the closest airport, not all the way to Dallas. They neglected to tell me that the nation was falling apart. I guess they didn’t want me to know that my mom had almost fallen with it. It seems selfish of me to write about my mom’s ‘almost death’ when so many children DID lose their mothers or fathers, brothers or sisters. My mom was flying from Baltimore to Texas, and we dis in fact have to drive to Dallas. Every airport was shut down. They were vacant, and eerily silent. It still has affected me though. Growing up, I would have panic attacks when footage of the planes crashing into the towers was shown. Now I use te anniversaries to remind me of what I am fortunate enough to have. I use them to remember to appreciate what God did for me. I’m now a senior in high school, and even though I was only a second grader then, that day will still haunt me like it haunts everyone else.


  6. Avatar September 11th, 2011 at 3:41 pm Kate Kelly Says:

    I was a junior in High School, in a town filled with NYC commuters.

    It was such a clear day. I will never forget seeing the smoke.

    I remember entering homeroom at 9:09, and having my world change the instant our headmaster announced what had occurred. A girl could be heard in the hall screaming and running outside our room, while a friend turned to me whispering, “Oh my God. So many parents work there.” We were told, as a school, to continue following our daily schedule. Homeroom was followed by a woman trying to give us a test in spanish – better believe I wrote my name, the date and shoved it back into her hand! 45 minutes later I entered my chemistry class and was told the towers had fallen. We sat in silence listening to the radio.

    This year I began working at one of my hometown’s high schools. Friday we had a ceremony for the students. I stood with 2 of my teachers from that day, one of which being the chemistry teacher who shared the news. It was an erie reminder of the bond that we will forever share.

    We all have our stories, thank you for the chance to share mine. Never forget the lives of the innocent and the heroes.

    God Bless America, land that I love.


  7. Avatar September 11th, 2011 at 3:42 pm Céline Says:

    Very inspiring blog.

    I was 15 when that tragedy happened, I live in France and was in class and unaware of what had just happened. I remember going back home around 4pm and turning the tv on. Everytime I changed channels, all I could see was a plane crashing in a building. I was in utter shock, I couldn’t understand what was happening, I couldn’t believe my eyes. The following days all we could talk about was 9/11, nobody understood why it happened and why anybody would do something like this.
    My thoughts go to every victim and their families.


  8. Avatar September 11th, 2011 at 3:51 pm Czarina Gomez Says:

    I was at school, geometry class, my teacher got taken outside for a moment. When she came back, she said to keep on working but her face was so very different, her voice timid, and I knew something was very wrong. We heard the bell, went outside, and all I remember after that is the whispers of everyone in the halls. I don’t even remember if we talked about it at all, as a group. I got home, turned on the tv, and fear crept up. That’s what I remember. We tried to call our friends and family from NY because one of my cousins worked near the Towers, after a while we got informed that he was ok but that people he knew were missing. Missing? They were gone. I wasn’t too young not to understand or even old enough to understand it completely. All I know is that at that moment all I felt was fear. I cared about how those families were going to heal, if they were ever going to heal. Hate is a very powerful thing, fear as well. It’s connected, fear can lead to hate which can only lead to more suffering. Years have past and I can say now that, what you said about wanting to be a source for love is very much what we all need to know within ourselves, it’s a work in progress. Thank you for sharing and letting us share. Peace and Love to all those affected.


  9. Avatar September 11th, 2011 at 3:55 pm Kari Nelson Says:

    I was in my fifth grade classroom. I was ten years old, but I remember every detail of watching the footage on the news during my first class, announcements being made over the speaker system, and being pulled out of my spanish class and taken home, because my family was worried that the Sears tower could be a target. I know that it took me a while to fully understand what was really happening, but I know that even then, I understood how tragic it was. And even then, I knew that New York was eventually where I wanted to make my home. At ten years old, I was really only aware that New York meant Broadway, but even then, Manhattan represented the dreams I had for myself. Watching it being attacked haunted and disheartened me even then. And I remember thinking at the time, as I was sitting at home watching the news, that one day, this would end up in history textbooks. It was the first time I ever realized that I was a part of history, that our country was changing and growing around me, and that I was a part of that change. Now, as I am more than halfway through college, I realize that children such as my niece, who weren’t alive in 2001, will be studying this event in a classroom just like the one I sat in on that day. Now, I am a New Yorker. And now, I will be able to tell her my story.


  10. Avatar September 11th, 2011 at 3:55 pm Lorena N. Says:

    9/11.
    I’ve been 5 years old when that happened. I don’t know why, but i remember a lot of things in the T.V., the newspapers and the radio. My parents talked a lot about it and they tried to explain what happened. Today i understand what happened but i don’t know why. There are so many people in this world, who do those things and i simply can’t understand why. 10 years ago the whole world was breathless and today we’re breathless again, when we think about how many people lost their lifes. I’m so sorry for the ones whose family members died and i’d love to hug them and tell them how sorry i am. But all i can do is try not to get violent and be a source of peace. And i think we should help the people who are violent. Often they don’t understand or don’t want to understand what they do and that they destroy lifes.
    I know the world will never be a place with freedom and peace everywhere but i think we should try to do our best.

    I want to say thank you to Amy Brenneman, because she’s a hero in my opinion. She cares about the thoughts of others and she’s so upfront with us. Thank you so much Amy!

    9/11. On that day something terrible happened. And today we have the chance to change the things. Help to change bad things into good things. Please, for universal peace.


  11. Avatar September 11th, 2011 at 4:05 pm Emily Says:

    Sometimes I imagine what being in America would have been like in September 2001. I can’t be sure, but I think it would have been very similar to my memory of the day. Confusing, hazy, difficult to understand and lots of people talking but not really saying much. I’m from Australia so obviously my perspective is vastly different to that of Americans that were very directly affected. It was about 10:30pm in melbourne when the first plane struck the tower. Only my dad was awake, and when the news first broke he thought it was part of a new law and order episode which was on tv. About 1am on September 12th I woke up and went out to talk to my dad who was still awake, cleaning the house- something he did while he was thinking. I walked out and the first thing I saw was the building falling followed by screams and the news reporter staring blankly at the camera, unsure of what words could be employed to describe what we were watching. I was only nine but that morning my dad taught me about life, death, trauma, sadness and empathy. My dad died a couple of years ago but I still remember this discussion with him, trying to explain to me why any one could be angry enough to hurt so many people and that how peoples poor decisions can have such devastating consequences; then he told me to think about that everytime I had to make a decision. And I do. Even all the way over here in Australia they had councellors brought in to our school to explain the tragic events of that day. 10 years on, I’m an emergency medicine student dealing with trauma and grief all day. I think about many things today…the grief, the sadness, the confusion and the sadness of the whole situation. I also think about how important my decisions still are and how, that day; so many people in my generation grew up very quickly. Stay safe friends x


  12. Avatar September 11th, 2011 at 4:20 pm Ryan Says:

    I was home from the 8th grade that day cause I’d felt somewhat sick. My mother wasn’t working at the time. Dd was heading out to work but saw the news and told us to watch. He was told by work to stay home; everybody was going to see what happened that day. I watched in shock for the first hour or two but couldn’t take much prolonged coverage. I wanted to move on with life, and I knew that sitting around wasn’t doing me any good. I tried to go out with friends who were being pulled out of school but my mother was too afraid. I told her we live in a MN suburb. If the World Trade Center and the Pentagon have been attacked, we aren’t targets. I got to interact with my friends a little but the cloud of that day hangs over the head of someone who is almost 14 years old. You don’t fully process it and you are in shock you’ve seen your home attacked.


  13. Avatar September 11th, 2011 at 4:23 pm Kathys Says:

    Hi Amy; it was a perfectly beautiful fall-like day in suburban Ohio. I had just dropped my 6-year-old daughter off at school when I flipped on the radio and heard the news of the first plane into the tower. I drove a few more miles toward my downtown office and heard someone describing the crash of the second plane and knew immediately that this was no random accident any longer. I picked up my speed a bit to get quickly to my office so I could turn on the tv news. What I found there was devastating, yet mesmerizing; I could NOT stop watching. I saw the second tower hit disintegrate, then the first. My heart was pounding and tears began streaming down my face while I tried to remember who of my family and friends were traveling…my little version of safe inventory. I was numbed yet somehow grateful that I lived in this country of great freedom…one that had never before experienced an attack such as this within it’s borders, against our citizenry.

    A quick phone call to my husband reassured me that we would NOT be sharing the happeningsof this day with our little girl Annie. Her school had already contacted us that the too would not let on about this day to our grad school aged children. For weeks my husband and I did not turn on the tv until our child was safely in bed and asleep. Only years later did we share the day’s events with her. Annie is now a high school junior and still asks many questions. I’m just so thankful we were able to shield her from the day’s devastation while she was so young.

    I will NEVER forget that day, that terror, that rage, and the quiet skies that followed. I am saddened that this has tarnished my wonderful mother’s birthday, but I also know that our nation has been strengthened, our hope has grown and we have matured because of that fateful day. I can only summarize by saying, God’s grace and mercy endures…for you, for me and for our great nation.


  14. Avatar September 11th, 2011 at 4:57 pm Monica Says:

    In Sweden it was late afternoon and I was washing dishes in the kitchen, while listening to the radio. The station normally plays lots of music but this day they were talking about planes and New York and I didn’t understand anything. Eventually I realised something terrible had happened so I went to watch the news on TV. Swedish television sent extra news reports all afternoon and evening so I watched all night.

    The next day when I came to work everyone was talking about it, of course, and we had the TV on all day so that we could follow the news.

    It was a terrible feeling afterwards, much like the time when the Swedish prime minister was killed in 1986, and we all felt it again this summer after the bombing in Oslo and the tragedy on the island of Utöya afterwards.

    It was so hard to actually comprehend what had really happened, because normally we only see this in the movies and then it’s fiction and not for real. This time it was real and we could watch it on live TV.

    That day changed our lives.


  15. Avatar September 11th, 2011 at 5:15 pm Carrie Says:

    May we always remember, never forget,
    Try to forgive, and never regret.


  16. Avatar September 11th, 2011 at 5:25 pm emilee Says:

    I was a freshman at the University of New Mexico. I was still living at home with my parents. I woke up and was watching TV as I ate breakfast. I had to be at a class at 8:00 am (MST). As soon as I saw the news, I ran into my mom’s room, woke her up and turned the TV on in her bedroom. We sat in complete shock and horror, watching as the second plane hit. Then we both broke down in devastation as the two towers collapsed.

    I had been to NYC just two years prior and I remembered going to the top of the WTC. We talked about our memory of a gentleman who worked in the gift shop. He was the sweetest gentleman, and so excited when he saw on my mom’s driver’s license that we were from Albuquerque. He said he was planning to retire in the next year or so and he was going to be moving to a town just outside our city. He talked with my mom for a bit about things to do in the city, etc. As my mom and I were discussing that memory, I couldn’t help but think, hopefully this man retired before this tragedy. And if not, hopefully he was not at work yet. I couldn’t remember his name and I couldn’t remember what the gift shop hours were. I just hoped and prayed for his safety.

    My mom spent what seemed like forever trying to get a hold of my uncles that live in NYC. We knew that one of them worked close to the WTC. Finally, heard word that both were okay. I will never ever take for granted how lucky we all were that they were not in harms way, being so close to the tragedy.

    I left for school with my best guy friend, but we ended up skipping our first class and just walking around campus, talking and just being happy to have someone to try to make sense of this tragedy with. The rest of the days classes were canceled, which was the right thing to do.

    One memory that stands out to this day is of my (at the time) 8-year-old cousin’s reaction to the tragedy. He told everyone who would listen that he wanted to be an architect when he grew up because he wanted to build buildings as big as the WTC and make them so that they wouldn’t fall. It just broke my heart.

    Today, 10 years later, I will spend as much time hugging my 21-month-old daughter as I can. I will make sure to tell everyone that matters to me how much I love them. Putting positive energy and love into the universe is the best thing I can think of to do.

    Thank you, Amy, for allowing me a place to share my memories of that day.


  17. Avatar September 11th, 2011 at 6:11 pm Rachel Says:

    I’m 23 years old now, but on 9/11/01, I was 13 and in the 8th grade. Every child has a different experience, a different memory, a different perspective of that cataclysmic day depending on his or her location, school, and understanding of the events that were unfolding in this country at unprecedented speed.

    I grew up in a private, Catholic school, unaware of many painful realities in this world and naive to the fierce hatred that existed (and still exists) between human beings from other countries, political standpoints, cultures, religions, etc. This is my story.

    I was sitting in my eighth grade history class when one of the office administrative assistants walked in and pulled my teacher aside to whisper into his ear what had happened. He told us after she walked out of the room. I think she walked to each classroom to personally inform each teacher of the attack. However, no one was allowed to watch the news. Instead, we carried on with classes. Given that we were a Catholic school, we conducted prayer as a community, but that was the extent of it. It was not discussed. I think my school decided to leave discussions and explanations to our parents and families, but I always felt like that was a mistake because it felt like my school chose to brush it aside instead of regarding it with the magnitude it warranted. Here’s why:

    I was only 13; so I did not understand that in a matter of moments, the history and the future of our country and its people had been forever altered. I did not understand what religious/political extremism was nor did I understand why or how a select few managed to savagely drain the blood of our people to stain our land and our skies with the mark of hatred. I did not understand that in the passing of an instant, our country was suddenly at war. I was very young and therefore, very confused and very frightened. Our school emphasized community but didn’t observe it very often. It would have been more comforting if we had come together as a community of students and educators to seek support from one another, particular for the students who were terribly confused and needed to ask questions. I know I wasn’t the only one.

    It wasn’t until I arrived home after school and turned on the news that I only just began to understand the gravity of what was happening in our country. Never before had I felt so vulnerable, like somebody had taken my skin away from me. The world was an open wound. Never before had I felt so frightened. Never before had I felt so naive and foolish.

    For the children of this country, it’s a huge part of what defined our generation. We grew up with it. We lived with it, in it, around it, through it. It became an inherent part of us. On this 10-year anniversary of the attack, I look back with profound sadness but also with hope and prayer in my heart that we can continue to move forward to educate future generations about hatred and terrorism, keep alive the memory of the day and those tragically lost, and strive toward peace with each prayer and every pulsating heartbeat until the day it flourishes and fills all of us from the inside out.


  18. Avatar September 11th, 2011 at 6:22 pm Megan Holman Says:

    My husband and I had been married 1 year and 6 months on September 11th. He is in the U.S. Navy, and had just left for work around 5:45 (pst) and heard of the first tower on the radio. By the time he got to work, the second tower had been hit. He called and woke me up and told me to turn the TV on. I just sat there and stared at the TV in disbelief. My husband called to check on me (I get very emotional, even though we were 3000 miles away) and I was on the phone with him when the Pentagon was hit and his base went into lockdown. I finally heard from him several hours later and I will never forget his words: “Baby, I don’t think I’m coming home. They’re talking about shipping us out tonight.” It seems selfish now, considering what everyone on the east coast was going through, but I had never experienced a deployment, and I didn’t know when I would see my husband again. He did come home that night, and it was another year and a half before he was deployed. It just made everything hit so close to home. I must have cried for a week straight. Hard to believe 10 years have passed. Hard to believe I have been divorced for 2 years!


  19. Avatar September 11th, 2011 at 6:54 pm Anna Marie Says:

    I was nine. I woke up with a cold and asked my mom for some tea. I remember thinking that something was wrong because my mom kept running from the kitchen to my grandma’s room where the TV was. And when she didn’t respond to me calling her name, I went to find out just what had happened. I was standing in the doorway when the second tower was hit. I’ll never forget that sight or the sound of terror in the voices of my mom and grandma. I think what scared me more than seeing the attacks on TV was seeing these adults that I looked up to scared out of their minds. I’d never heard of the World Trade Center before that day. I’d never heard of terrorist attacks and didn’t understand the strange word “al-Qaeda” that everyone was saying in the weeks that followed, but I knew all of this was bad news. It wasn’t long before we were at war. We’ve now been at war for half my life. It’s very sad and frustrating to think about. I have a brother that joined the Air Force in 2002, and although I’m more proud of him than any other human being on the planet, I’m always scared of losing him to this war. As a nation, we’ve already lost so much. On this anniversary more than the previous ones, My heart feels a lot heavier. Maybe it’s because it’s ten years. Maybe it’s because I’m older now. Either way, my thoughts keep going back to that day, to the emotions and fears I felt, to the ways this country has changed since then, to the ways I’ve changed because of it. I will never forget. I will never be the same. My thoughts and prayers are with those who lost a loved one, especially the children who lost a father or mother, and with the survivors who still carry around physical and emotional scars. It’s been ten years and the stories still touch my soul and make my heart ache for you. May this nation know peace once more. God bless.


  20. Avatar September 11th, 2011 at 7:13 pm Sandra Says:

    Hi Amy

    first I ´ve to say sorry for my bad english. I´m german but also in Germany we were shocked as we saw what was happen in NY.

    In Germany it was a Tuesday afternoon and i was working. It was a very busy day we had a lot of customers and I was speaking with a very important customer as the supervisor of our car parts departments came out of his office and said “something very bad is happen in the United State”

    He couldn´t say more because he was so shocked. But I could see it in his face that it was really terrible. I stopped speaking with the customer and put on the internet and there it was. Pictures of the WTC with a plane in it.
    I couldn´t believe it.

    The complete company stopped working and we collect us on my place of work.
    We watched the pictures and listen to the online radio live from the United State.

    A short time I thought it were a very bad joke but then the second plane flew into the WTC and I realized it´s true it is really true and I started crying. I felt so sorry for all the people who were dying, for all the families and friends who lost someone. I felt so sorry for all the people in the USA because the lost so much.

    We closed the company earlier this day and I went home and I listen and watched the whole night to the tv and internet radio. I thought of all the people and I hoped and cried with them.

    The following days I was follow every single second what is going on in the USA. I was sad and I felt so sorry but in the same time I felt a strong respect for all the people. They showed the world that they belong together and everyone helped to find survivor, to look after the injured and to supporting the fire departmend and all the helper.

    I can´t imagine what they felt and I really really hope that I never will be in the same position and find out what they felt.
    I often think about 9/11.

    I am sure this day changed a lot not only for the American but also for the rest of the world.

    I´m pray for all the people who lost someone on this day and for all the people who died.

    Thank you Amy for give us a place to share our memories.


  21. Avatar September 11th, 2011 at 8:57 pm Harry Roedersheimer Says:

    I was interviewing a candidate for secretary that morning. I had spoken with the young woman and gave her a standardized test we used. She was in the conference room taking that test.

    My son called me and told me what had happened. The TV at work was in the conference room so I went down and turned it on. I explained to the young woman why. My boss walked in and wondered why and then saw what was on the screen.

    When the young woman was finished I suggest that we finish another day. We were on the top floor of a 25 story building with glass panoramic views.

    Commercial aircraft did not fly over downtown Cincinnati. But as I was sitting at my desk one flew over much below what would normally be considered cruising altitude.

    Worked the full day. That was my boss’s attitude to such things. The young woman never came back for the follow up interview.


  22. Avatar September 11th, 2011 at 8:58 pm Audrey Says:

    Hey Amy

    I am a 32 yo woman and, I am french….
    Yes,I can clearly remember where I was on 9.11… I was at work…it was the afternoon ….
    At that time I was working in a retirement home … I remember I came in the room of one of our resident… She was in front of the TV and was really attentive. I had a look at her screen and told her “wow It seems you are watching a REALLY dramatic movie” She answered “No. Unfortunatly I am not. It’s the news… A plane crashed into one of the WTC”
    I was SO in shock !!
    I stayed in her room several minutes… I can’t remember how long it last… I saw when the second plane hits the second tour… I remember these horrible images of people jumping off the windows …

    It was horrible, incomprehensible, heartbreaking, shocking… so many mixed feelings. How understand that??

    I will NEVER EVER forget !!!
    It MUST never happen again !!


  23. Avatar September 11th, 2011 at 9:55 pm Mel Says:

    It was my senior year in high school. I was sitting and trying to focus on my English/literary lesson. The teacher next door interrupted and horror was spoken from the look on her face before my teacher was able to ask what was wrong. She spoke, said what happened, insisted he bring us all into her room to watch the TV (ours did not have one) with her students. We all crammed in and sat there. I can not remember much detail. I had to leave the room so that my weeping would be muffled between the concrete walls of the girl’s bathroom. When I came back in, I only remember a male student staring at me with as much pain and disbelief as I’ve seen in someone his age before or since. He was as sober as they come in the teen years. I will always be grateful to that teacher and my own for allowing us the time to witness, grieve, and feel what was going on in our nation. The teacher I will always think poorly of was the teacher I had for typing. She wanted us to simply never mind it and get back to our silly repetitive lessons of typing “jkl;, fdsa” and so on. What made her like that? It seemed to me that her own feelings were being denied so for her to maintain that hardness (for no good reason) she insisted we stifle our own. I spoke up and said she was wrong and that we had every right to feel what we were feeling and see what was happening to us. She wanted me to not speak the rest of the class. She was a terrible person and I believe I told her that too.
    My own son is now five and is living in the generation after my own where 9/11 changed something inside of me as well. That something was permanent and still ticks…whatever it is relates to feelings of fear, anger, confusion, second-guessing, and loss of who I was before it to a small degree. Thankfully, the unity and love that has been in the hearts and minds of Americans collectively, the bravery and follow through of the first responders and military, the way the President we had-as human as the rest of us-did what he thought was best with the intent to protect us, and the faith I have grown in through Jesus Christ has shone a light where only darkness wanted to live.
    I won’t forget that day or the way it changed so much.
    My love and prayers are with all of those changed as I have been-which must be us all…


  24. Avatar September 11th, 2011 at 10:01 pm MissKitten Says:

    I’m a 27 year old girl from Norway. My 9/11 experience felt kind of similar to how I experienced our own national tragedy on July 22nd this year.

    Ten years ago school had ended early, so I went into town to buy some art supplies for an elective I was taking. Then I got a text from a friend who was home for the day. At the time I didn’t know what the Twin Towers were, so I couldn’t picture what was happened. I couldn’t connect to it. It wasn’t until I got home, turned on the TV and was bombarded with the images that it really hit me what had happened, for the rest of the day I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the screen. I thought about my sister who was due to come home after spending the past 3 months in California. I didn’t worry, tho, because I was sure she had left the states a day or two earlier, but I did think about how, yet again, someone in my family had managed to narrowly avoid a disaster…

    This year on July 22nd I was at work, helping a patient get ready for a shopping trip. A colleague was coming with us despite not working that day, and when I drove by her place to pick her up, she told me about how a bomb had gone off in Oslo. Again I couldn’t relate to it, this time because it just felt so unreal, so unlikely. We turned on the radio in the car and listened to news report about the bomb and the shootings. When we got back, we turned on the TV and I was bombarded with images. Again I thought about family members, again I told myself they were nowhere near the site…

    What I did after both tragedies are actually similar, too. After 9/11 I participated in a demonstration against the US invading Iraq, because I believe in my heart that nothing good can ever come from violence, hate and war. After July 22nd I participated in a rose ceremony/parade to help spread the message that the only way to stand up to hate and intolerance is to show love, compassion and tolerance for each other…


  25. Avatar September 11th, 2011 at 10:05 pm Alana Says:

    I live in New Zealand. We woke up to the news on 12 Sep. My Dad was out of town and rang us just before 7am to tell us to turn on the news. The first pictures we saw was of people searching through rubble (both towers had already fallen when we woke up) and we sat, stunned and puzzled at what we were seeing. Finally we began to listen and find out what had happened. It all seemed so insane and unbelieveable. I vaguely remember that day at school. It was eerily silent, and no work got done.
    The firefighters here in NZ did a lot of fundraising for the NY firefighters and our city, Christchurch, was given a piece of metal beam from the towers to have as a memorial.


  26. Avatar September 11th, 2011 at 10:21 pm Mel Says:

    The mosque being so close is in bad taste and is insensitive to the families who lost so many to the radicals of that faith. No, we should not hate anyone but can feelings not be considered as well? Must you be so accepting to the extent that you have no respect for respect itself?


  27. Avatar September 11th, 2011 at 10:29 pm Mel Says:

    I am sorry for your country’s loss. Some action must be taken to stop more from happening. You have no knowledge of all our military has done and who they have stopped. Not all decisions are the best nationally, but not all actions are the best personally either. Mistakes occur, errors are found, but mostly, nothing like this has happened to our country since…I hope for your country, my own, and the world for peace like you do. But until evil is gone, we must be ready to defend where we must.


  28. Avatar September 11th, 2011 at 10:38 pm Mel Says:

    Thanks to your firefighters there. Truly a demonstration of brotherly love and support in such a time as we were in nationally. I am glad Christchurch as a piece of what they chose to participate in. Thank you again.
    Thanks Amy…this is truly eye opening to learn of reactions of those outside of our country.


  29. Avatar September 11th, 2011 at 11:22 pm Katiesmom1 Says:

    For me, it was 2nd period of school in a small town in Southeastern Mass. I was teaching math to a classroom of special needs 7th graders and was not aware of anything out of the ordinary until there was an announcement over the loudspeaker from the building principal. It was very short and instructed us to keep our TVs off and read our e-mail immediately. The high school was instructed to put the TVs on, Middle school and Elementary classrooms were told to keep the TVs off when there were children in the room. I remember, as more and more information came to us via e-mail, fighting an internal battle of emotions, while keeping a calm facade for my students.


  30. Avatar September 12th, 2011 at 12:39 am Erin Says:

    I remember what most everyone else remembers. I first found out about the attacks on the AOL Homepage. Old school. I watched on TV as the towers fell. I cried. I called my mother at work. I called my best friend. I could not stop watching the TV screen. It was the same with Hurricane Katrina four years later; I watched the news until my brain became so over-saturated with the horrifying images I felt numb. We took my grandparents out to dinner later that day, and I was shocked at how non-plussed they all seemed, sitting there eating while a TV with those same horrifying images sat in the corner of the restaurant. Did no one else understand that the world was ending?

    Someone living in a house on the closest busy intersection near my house painted a five-foot tall American flag on the side of their garage in the days following the attacks. It’s still there today, now a lot more weather-worn than it was then. At the time, it was a sign that maybe the world was not in fact ending. That life would go on. And of course it did, but the flag reminds me every time I see it of how we all felt in those days. How fragile it all seemed. How uncertain.


  31. Avatar September 12th, 2011 at 1:08 am Bia Says:

    Ok, I’m not sure I should say this, but, honestly, there’s this political side of this event that I don’t like at all. It was a terrorist attack, so there was motive, there was a freaking war going on (and PLEASE, I’m in no way defending the terrorists, they were wrong, of course).
    I completely agree that it was a terrible tragedy. A lot of victims. And I feel so very sorry for them and their families, I really do.
    But do people know how many lives were lost in the middle east? In Iraq? In Israel? In Saudi Arabia? In Afghanistan? But it doesn’t seem to matter to the press, to the politicians. People seem to think that this was bigger than other attacks, like the Hiroshima and Nagasaki bombs in Japan (conducted by the United States, killed more than 200 thousand people), the attack that just happened in Norway, the war in Afghanistan (kills people every single day), the suicide bombings in Pakistan. Come on.
    Of course people from the USA feel closer to this one, they might know someone who was there, or live nearby and feel the energy, I don’t know. And I understand that, if it was in my country I would feel the same way. But, please, don’t say it like it was the only and most importat terrorist attack in the world history. There is no such thing.

    And again, I am NOT saying that 9-11 wasn’t important, or whatever. It’s huge! I still remember what I was doing at the time. I remember me watching the news, crying when the second plane crashed.
    And please, I don’t mean to insult anyone, or anything like that. Sorry if I did. I’m just making a point here.


  32. Avatar September 12th, 2011 at 1:17 am Hnybee Says:

    Your point is valid, but today was the day that innocent, non-violent people were murdered. It is right to take the day, on it’s 10th annv and remember just for them and their families. Like we do for Pearl Harbor. The day the war started was 9/13 so maybe a day for remembering the lost from war (where a soldier knows the price may be his life unlike someone going to work in the Towers that day) can be established then. In all likelihood, no one likes war, not even me. The ones whose job is its to fight when told to heed the call, we generally remember the fallen from any wartime on Veterans Day, Independance Day, and Armed Forces Day…take time for these people then and every day that you get the chance to be thankful. They do more than just go to war. No one I know is claiming this to be the most important terrorist attack, they are just saying it was the most lives lost on American soil since the Civil War, and that does matter. My opinion.


  33. Avatar September 12th, 2011 at 3:04 am Camille Says:

    I live in France, and was 13 -close to 14- on 9/11/01. I was coming home from school, my dad was there and the TV was on. As I came closer to the TV I realized the news were on, and I wondered why it was on at that time of day. Then my dad told me that two planes hit the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center. I remembered my best friend -who went to New York the year before- mentioned it to me, and I could picture it because I saw it on photos of New York before. But that’s all I knew about it.
    I remember talking with my dad a lot as we watched the images of the second plane hitting the other tower running over and over again. We were wondering how many people were in there, and were horrified when we realized people where falling or jumping. I’ll never forget that.
    Then, as the towers collapsed, I was thinking more and more about the people in there. And I naively thought there were survivors under the debris. The journalist was saying that they had no idea how many people were dead or injured, and I thought it was because they didn’t know yet how many people they would find under there.

    The next day, at school, before we started class we all stood up and did a minute of silence. I was in English class, and maybe that kind of brought me closer to the event, but for the first time I really thought about the people who died and their families and friends, and tears came in my eyes.

    On the following days, I was afraid something was going to happen in France. It’s the first time I realized the world was not safe. And that feeling is still here today. When I see an unattended luggage in a train station or an airport, I have millions of thoughts going in my head, I look around to see if it belongs to anyone, and I can’t get my mind out of it until someone touches it. And I hate this, I hate that it made me that way. It definitely changed more than the USA and the Americans. It changed the world.


  34. Avatar September 13th, 2011 at 8:17 pm Manon R. D'Amiquo ✔ Says:

    On 09/11/2001, i was in France. At the time I lived in Saint-Suliac (a small beautiful village in Brittany, not far from Saint-Malo). I was 6 years old and when the terrorist attacks took place, I was at school. I don’t remember a lot of things, but the history of america interests me, and I have seen many reports about September 11, and the attacks affected me. It’s so horrible, and.. and I don’t know why that exists ! It’s a dark birthday…

    (Sorry for my bad english ! Kiss from France !).


  35. Avatar September 13th, 2011 at 9:12 pm Anonymous Says:

    I was in my 6th floor office on Park Place, in New York City… I went in early that day. The morning was amazingly beautiful and crisp as only September days can be here. My window faced the Twin Towers. Every day I would look at them and marvel at their majesty, at the outside elevator looking thing (which we thought was used to wash the windows) and try to imagine the sensation of the people working up there in their offices, especially during a day with low clouds.
    I was discussing some work related issue with two of my co-workers when we heard the most horrific metallic sound. The first plane hit the North tower… That sound will forever be embedded in my being.
    After that, just silence, as if life stood still, frozen. We looked at the tower and saw the whole and couldn’t comprehend what could have happened. I called my husband at home and he turned the TV on and told me that a plane hit the tower. We kept watching as smoke came through the whole and papers were flying, slowly floating, gliding towards the streets bellow.
    As we watched, people started jumping and the most dreadful feeling took over me. One of my co-workers said: “What large papers!” so we told him that those weren’t papers, but people. Men wearing white dress shirts… Clearly, certain death was preferable to what was going on up there.
    I silently prayed and then suggested we don’t watch people’s last seconds on this earth and close the shades. We forced ourselves to go back to our work related discussion and although our thoughts were with the human beings trapped in the tower, and those who made the decision to transcend their suffering, we managed somewhat.
    A few minutes later, we looked again and as we were watching, the second plane flew into the South tower. A large ball of fire appeared at the corner of the building and it became clear that what was happening was not a freak accident, but rather a deliberate act.
    We decided it was time to leave the office. We had loved ones at home or in school who needed us. Life as we knew it was gone and uncertainty and fear were overpowering.
    The next day two of us went back into the office to take some of our computers so we can work from home if we had to. You could smell the burning of wires and chemicals all the way from Houston Street… As we passed Chambers Street, the ashes covering the street were becoming deeper and deeper. We were stepping on people…
    I continue to work Downtown, and for the past 10 years, every clear, crisp fall morning is triggering within me the experience of that tragic day.


  36. Avatar September 16th, 2011 at 5:34 pm Elizabeth Says:

    I don’t even know where to begin. Do I start by telling you that on this day 10 years ago I learned what the Pentagon is. Do I describe in great detail how my friend came screaming down the hallway about the Pentagon being bombed. Type out the question that burned in my head “what is the Pentagon?”

    I was 13. Like everyone else I have a story. I didn’t lose any loved ones. I guess you would say that I wasn’t directly affected, except that we were all directly affected. Our world changed. We became vulnerable. We faced a violent truth that is everyday reality in so many other countries.

    This year as I’m wrapping up my first year as a professional journalist I’m finding that there is so much I never saw. There are so many stories I never heard. It didn’t even occur to me that with the towers collapsing there would be a cloud of deadly dust and smoke that literally chased thousands of people through the streets of lower Manhattan. As a 13 year old I heard horrifying stories. I knew that some people jumped out of windows only to fall to a faster death. I just didn’t know the volume of people who made such a decision. The truth is that I, unlike many Americans, did not even see the towers collapsing on television. I wasn’t in front of a television after the first plane hit watching as a second plane flew into the other tower. I didn’t see any of that as it happened, because our teacher wouldn’t turn on the television. I remember being so angry at him. I knew that something had happened and students in other classes were watching the news. I guess now as I watch the footage 10 years later I am thankful that there was foresight in that 8th grade math classroom.

    For the first time in my short life I really understood that America is just a small piece of the world. That there are people out there who aren’t American and some of them don’t like us.

    I had no idea how much that day would change our world. I never even considered the security changes. I didn’t even realize that it would put my brother in a war zone a few short years later. I certainly didn’t understand the level of paranoia it would create. Still, to this day most of us grit out teeth on September 11th. Without even trying, we fear a repeat attack. Even if we’re not thinking about it as much now as we were then, deep down we all understand that we’re vulnerable.

    What I remember most about September 11th (or the 12th really) is what came next. I remember the massive prayer group that formed at my school. Dozens of 6th to 8th graders would gather in the morning before classes to pray for our country, for people who lost loved ones, for anything we could muster. We didn’t fully understand what had happened, but we felt it. I can’t remember how long those morning prayer meetings went on, maybe weeks or maybe months. All I know is that a group of kids knew the thing that would help us heal and it was prayer. I wonder how many thousands (millions?) of other kids did the same thing in the weeks following the event that changed our world.

    Here’s the thing. I understand the logistics of the September 11th attacks much better at age 23 than 13. I get what happened. It’s just that I’m also realizing that 13 year old me already understood the most important thing back in 2001; If we care for those who lost family & friends, thank God every day for the heroes who emerged and love harder with each day… we win, not the terrorists.


  37. Avatar September 16th, 2011 at 5:52 pm Jennie, Dublin Says:

    I was 16 and standing in a sports shop with my friend when we looked up at the tv and say the twin towers on fire. Couldn’t hear what happened or what was going on. I worked in a gym at the time so I went in. Normally when you walk in, music is pumping loudly, the noise of the machines, the atmosphere is energetic but today, I walked into an eery silence, every television screen was on sky news, the only sound was the reporter, saying that 2 planes had hit the twin towers. I stood there in the practically empty gym and watched people jump from the towers to their death in absolute horror. As I stood there realising how completely frightening and unsafe the world really is, the towers fell, in front of my eyes, I could believe it, let alone contemplate the amount of lives that were lost and changed to their very core in those few seconds.

    I live in Dublin, the only war we ever known is with the uk years ago, anything before today id been too young to know about or understand. For once I’m grateful I live in this tiny country, we have to stay neutral in any situation because we’re too small to make any difference anyway.

    I watched a programme on the tenth anniversary about the Irish who were affected by 9/11. One man was in a lobbies waiting to go for an interview when the planes struck and he managed to get a woman out who had over 85% burns to her body. When he got home, he found out his only sister and her 4 year old daughter were on the plane that crashed into the tower he was in……

    9/11 has made me grateful for every inch of my life, for the fabulous people that are in it


  38. Avatar September 16th, 2011 at 6:06 pm cristina Says:

    Hi Amy!
    I’m sorry because my english it’s not good. I’m from Spain. On 09/11/2001, i was at university. When i arrived at home I saw second plane flew into the second twin towers. It makes my hair stand on end. In that moment I feart the worst. I wasn’t there but i could undestand and feel yours pain and drama.

    3 years later, Spain was an attempt on his life in similar terms. There wasn’t planes but trains. It was horrible. That day could die a lot of students.

    I hope change the world.

    Kisses from Spain!


  39. Avatar September 16th, 2011 at 6:10 pm Anaïs, France Says:

    I was 9 years old. I were in class with my teacher and she told us what happened and ask us to do one minute of silence. I was ten and I really don’t know why we should quiet for one minute. So I raised my hand and said ” I don’t think that the Americans will heard our minute of silence, maybe if we go to the USA it will be okay ”
    At this age, I was not really aware of the gravity of the situation, but I hate when people cried and I saw all this people crying in the TV later and I thought that if everybody cry, it must be bad so I felt guilty not crying. So I cryied with them even if I don’t really understand why at this time !


  40. Avatar September 16th, 2011 at 6:20 pm AnimaMundi Says:

    Every year I sort of search the map of my being and hope that the memories of that day have faded, but I can always find them… Fresh, just waiting to be brought into the foreground of my mind and soul… The sounds, the images, the smells, the feelings and thoughts will forever be part of me.


  41. Avatar September 16th, 2011 at 7:18 pm Sabine Says:

    I’m from Amsterdam, and I was 16 at the time. I’d just gotten home from school when the phone rang. Mom picked up and told me to put on the television as one of dad’s colleagues apparently had rambled something about a plane crashing into the World Trade Centre and he wanted to know what went down. I live 15 minutes away from a World Trade Centre. I live 15 minutes away from an airport. The math was done quickly and I turned on the news, expecting to see a familiar trainstation on the way into town turned into a horrific pile of rubble. What I saw instead were the Twin Towers stretching fiercly into the autumn sky, and smoke coming out of them. Mom quickly told my dad to go find his own television and we stood for 30 seconds with our jaws dropped. That’s when the first tower came down.

    It wasn’t my own country and so I guess the impact of it was different. But I remember the sense of something way beyond my grasp going down. The weeks after, it turned our weekly Politics class from the dry listing of the number of seats in parliament, into some of the most open and heartfelt discussions on how the world works we live in. Don’t think I’ve ever received such education again.


  42. Avatar September 16th, 2011 at 11:50 pm Anonymous Says:

    Hey girl. This is fun!


  43. Avatar September 16th, 2011 at 11:50 pm Anonymous Says:

    Testing, testing …


  44. Avatar September 16th, 2011 at 5:09 pm AmyBrenneman Says:

    Thank you, for sharing your memory and for your extraordinary articulation of what usually cannot be articulated.


  45. Avatar September 16th, 2011 at 5:10 pm AmyBrenneman Says:

    Absolutely. Amazing points. Hopefully the losses on 9/11 will only serve to make us realize how many losses go on worldwide, on a daily basis.


  46. Avatar September 16th, 2011 at 5:16 pm AmyBrenneman Says:

    Thank you, I wept as I read this. The specifics of your typing class .. wow. I feel like I was there!


  47. Avatar September 17th, 2011 at 2:45 am Ana Brasil Says:

    I was waking up, going to have breakfast when I looked at the tv and saw the second plane crashing to the building. The feeling I had that day is something I cannot forget. My mind couldnt believe what my eyes were “sending” – I felt like I was watching a movie, because those images were to hard to believe. Although all over the world we could be witnesses of the disgrace, I am conscious that we can never have the real knowledge of all the co(E)mMOTION you north american felt. But benevolence is a distiction we human being have, and we usually put ourselves in the position of somebody who is suffering. So we suffer for the innocent people who died in United States or Iraque or Hiroshima.
    Sorry for my iliterate english.


  48. Avatar September 17th, 2011 at 3:43 am Roberts Rachael Says:

    I was at work in London, England. I remember coming back into the office after lunch and being told the news that the North Tower had been hit. We were all trying to get on the BBC website to see what was happening – I saw the 2nd plane hit via the website which then pretty much stopped with the amount of people trying to log onto it.

    Getting the train and tube back home was very quiet that night, everything was so subdued – and I remember looking up and seeing no planes at all in the sky. We sat around the tv watching the pictures on the BBC news in shock – we’ve sadly had lots of terrorism in the UK before 9/11 and after, all of it senseless, all of it hateful but those pictures were shocking. The conversations were full of fear that this was the start of something new that we had never experienced before. People who were so full of hate they would kill themselves in order to kill ordinary, innocent people.

    It often seems that love and compassion are inadequate or ineffective responses to the atrocious acts and the horror we all witnessed that day – and since. But I have seen in my country a deepening commitment to some fundamental values that cut across difference and get to that place where we all connect. There will always be very angry, hate filled people in the world who believe everyone else is responsible for how they feel. In response to that, the only protection is love.


  49. Avatar September 22nd, 2011 at 8:34 am Martina Says:

    Hi Amy,

    9/11 – this day started really good for me. We had a pressmeeting at our company and I was resposible for organizing, inviting journalists etc.. Everything went very well; no crazy questions from the journalists, no stupid comments from our managing directors… So I went back to my office, climbing up the steps with some cakes in my hand which I took for my colleagues. On the doorway I met an older colleague and I said “everything went fine with the presmeeting.” – and she just stared at me and said “Something happened in America, you have contcat to all the journalists and newspapers, can you find out what’s going on”.
    So I ran into my office and tried to enter some german-news-websites – without any result. All servers were blocked. In between all managing directors came into my office and asked “what happens in New York”. Finally I tried to get on a swedish website (it’s always good to learn some foreign languages) and there we saw the pics and videos from NY. And although my office was very crowded there was silence at once. No one could believe his eyes.
    After some moments I translated the swedish news for the others and everyone got excited. A discussion started “who, why, what will happen tomorrow”. Lot of questions – no answers.
    So I drove home, listening to the radio. Arriving at home, my man still at work, but I had the feeling that I had to talk to someone. So I drove to my parents – found them sitting in front of the TV – totally upset. My parents both were children when worldwar 2 ended and my mother said – this is the beginning of worldwar 3. So we talked and talked, watching TV and after some hours I drove home to my appartment where the same conversation with my man began.
    I think I never ever spended so many hours in front of TV at one day.
    The day after we started with TV again, then we went to work. My job usually starts with studying the newspapers, and that day I should have had a look for the articles about our pressmeeting on 9/11. But first I read all the articles about NY.
    By the way – the cakes from the day before stood still in my office.

    Although I was really shocked about the stories and pictures I couldn’t cry. What finally made me cry about 9/11 was Jonathan Safran Foer’s book about Oskar Schell.

    So, now 10 years alter and 47 years old, I remember 9/11 very well and I’m quite sure that it is impossible to forget the pictures.
    So, let’s try to make this world a better place, without stupid dogmas. Just act with respect and tolerance.


  50. Avatar January 26th, 2013 at 6:48 pm Stephanie Vitale Says:

    Amy,
    I am a little late but I discovered this post as I lay here crying in emotional pain, wishing your Violet character was next to me telling me it will all be ok. I know you are famous and very busy as many people are and I know you have so much to do but one day I truly hope to meet you, maybe the 12th anniversary of 9/11 at Ground Zero. I am Stephanie and I have been through a lot in my life and am still struggling with many things that have been discussed on your show but one thing that has scared my family for life was this day. It lives on in my life forever. On 9/11/01 I was in school and I did not now what happened until I was told and well I knew, my best friend who was my sister to me told me one day when we were on top of the empire state building that her dad works there pointing to the Twin Towers, I knew that a 400 pound man was not getting out and through lunch I cried for my friend and for losing the second father who was there for me, white castle burgers and all, I could not even go home afraid to be alone I cried in my other best friends arms, and then when I did go home my mom sat me down and told me the worst. My cousin Deanna Galante who was 8 months pregnant with her first child was in the towers and did not come home. SHe called her mom before saying they were trying to get everyone out but they never did. I lost three amazing people that day and it lives on every day. Every 9/11 I do something for them from volunteering at fundraisers to giving blood I miss them so so much, Tears fill my eyes just talking about it, I want to do something special next year but I need some support from people and Im hoping to do so, maybe a benefit concert as I love to sing but hide my talent. I want to help people, help children, do things with my life because life is so short and I will never know what will happen tomorrow. I guess I will share a few poems I wrote about my cousin through the years.

    Here it Comes Again
    It’s rolling around again
    I want to go home
    To protect and spend time with my family
    They need me
    I need them
    Things will never be the same
    Without her here
    It has been ten years
    But the pain
    Is new and deep
    In my eyes
    The fire flashes through my brain
    Millisecond by millisecond
    The smoke lingers in my nose
    The hot flashing ashes
    Blow through the air of my heart
    This day will be haunting every year
    I feel bad for everyone
    Because this was a shocking moment
    One day you have a hug
    And a bowl of love
    Then all of a sudden
    There is a dead halt
    Where the world stops
    She’s gone
    Her smile
    Her beauty
    Her energy
    Her charisma
    Her love
    Her voice
    Her determination
    That we could never hear
    But we could use
    All her positive vibes
    And all the optimism she provided
    Now it is all faded
    How can we live in a world of happiness
    If innocent heroic strong people’s lives
    Are taken
    Within the time it takes to wiggle your finger
    This is unfair
    But there is not one minute
    I don’t believe
    She is still here
    In the air that I take in
    In the bright beaming yellow sun
    In the droplets of the cold rain
    In the flaky white snow
    In the gusting cool winds
    In the misty covering fog
    In the brisk leafless trees
    In the trees full of life
    Just everywhere
    As I am writing this
    She is guiding my words
    Because she means more to me
    Than anything can express
    They say you need to know someone
    Exceptionally to be sad that they left
    I say that is not true
    Because just one minute of knowing someone
    Can cause a bond that is irreplaceable
    One that causes so much pain
    On days like this
    When it comes around again
    If I could go back
    I would spend more time
    Break the barriers
    And talk as a family
    Finally strive to be apart
    Of the bigger picture
    Years of just one holiday
    Years of trying to get
    Every moment of the year told
    In the span of three hours
    Not enough time
    To know someone like her
    She saved me
    When no one else could
    She was willing to lend a helping hand
    Give advice
    Give love
    And no matter what
    Was always here when we needed her
    She is a hero in many eyes
    And now in many worlds
    My love for her will never fade
    And my empathy for my family
    And their pain
    And for all others that lost their lives
    And their families
    Because nothing can bring back
    Their loved ones
    The hole will never be filled again
    But I have faith
    I will get past this
    And I hope to offer
    As much help and love
    To others who are hurting
    Because no one deserves to be hurting
    Everyone deserves happiness
    And if everyone had that
    I wonder if tragedy
    Would even exist
    All I know is I miss her
    And no one can stop these
    Tears from falling
    But I will be the boulder
    For everyone else
    Because I know one day
    I will see her again
    And I will catch up on
    All that I missed through the years
    Because I miss
    Deanna Lynn Galante
    And she will be in my heart
    Along with little unborn Matt
    Forever and Always

    There is not a year
    By: Stephanie Vitale 9/11/2011
    There is not a year
    I don’t think of you
    There is not a month
    I don’t think of you
    There is not a week
    I don’t think of you
    There is not a day
    I don’t think of you
    There is not an hour
    I don’t think of you
    There is not a minute
    I don’t think of you
    There is not a second
    I don’t think of you
    1 day I think what happened
    1 week I still wonder
    1 month I ponder
    3 months I worry
    6 months Where are you?
    1 year you are not at Christmas Eve
    2 years this can’t be true
    3 years Am I dreaming?
    4 years You are not coming back are you?
    5 years You are missing my sweet sixteen
    6 years I feel alone and I can’t turn to you
    7 years got my first tattoo was suppose to be with you
    8 years in college trying to make something of myself to make you proud
    9 years of remembering you with a poem each year
    10 years and I’m graduating and you can’t be here
    10 years has passed so quickly
    I feel as if I heard you crying and yelling when the needle was on your skin
    I feel as if I heard you talking to me telling me to continue on a path to success
    I feel as if I heard you tell me that I will get past this sadness
    I feel as if I heard you say take care of everyone
    I feel as if I heard you tell me that I mattered even though things were difficult
    I feel as if I heard you tell me that just because we barely saw each other does not mean you don’t love me
    I feel as if it was just yesterday you came to my house and hugged me
    I feel as if all these years I tried to find another you
    I feel as if time slows down without you
    I feel as if my heart skips a beat knowing you are gone
    I am on a long journey to recovery and I just want you to know

    You are my eyes,
    You are my ears,
    You throw away my fears
    You are my heart
    You are my brain
    You take away my pain
    You help me learn
    You help me live
    To be positive
    You are everything that makes me, me
    I miss you
    10 seconds to 10 years
    There is not a year I do not think of you
    There is month I don’t think of you
    There is not a week I don’t think of you
    There is not a day I don’t think of you
    There is not an hour I don’t think of you
    There is not a minute I don’t think of you
    There is not a second I don’t think of you
    I love you
    Deanna Lynn Galante
    And I always will

    Your Everlasting Embrace From Above
    By: Stephanie Vitale
    9/11/2012
    The blissful cool breeze
    The bright ember sun
    The sapphire sky
    The diamond voice
    The peaceful aroma
    The beautiful sensation
    Your everlasting embrace from above

    Years past
    You were falling
    Years past
    You were fleeing
    Years past
    You were stolen
    Years past
    You were scared
    Years past
    You were hurting

    Calling us
    Telling us
    Everything will be fine
    You were being saved
    Matthew was healthy and growing
    You were
    So calm
    So sweet
    So embraceful
    So loving
    Our hero
    And now you’re gone
    And we miss you more than
    We can truly understand

    It was the day
    The day that
    Will live in our hearts forever
    The one you and many others
    Went through the scariest
    Most shocking experience
    That anyone could never imagine going through
    You are brave
    You are strong
    You are aspiring
    You are inspiring
    You hold a special place in my heart
    Forever and Always
    I feel your everlasting embrace
    From above
    And Always will

    As the years past by
    I miss you more and more
    I strive to become someone
    Strive to help others
    Strive to live my life
    No matter how down I am
    I feel your everlasting embrace
    From above
    I pick myself up
    Feel the blissful breeze
    The bright ember sun
    The sapphire sky
    The diamond voice
    The peaceful aroma
    The beautiful sensation
    Your everlasting embrace
    From above

    I will keep spreading
    Your spirits
    Keep spreading
    Your energy
    Keep spreading
    You loyalty
    Keep spreading
    Your determination
    Keep spreading
    Your dedication
    Because if you were here
    I know
    You would be doing all of this
    And more
    And in your honor
    Along with all others
    Who died on 9/11/01
    All others who fight for our country
    All others who risk their lives for our safety everyday
    I will rise
    I will succeed
    I will love
    I will live
    Through your everlasting embrace
    From Above

    These are what I wrote for and I know now through the struggling times she is by my side in spirit and I hope one day to overcome all this and make her proud. Thanks all! I love you AMY!!!! <3


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