Just like everyone else, I'm sure, I have been pondering the tenth anniversary of 9/11. I remember getting ready for school that morning and hearing something on the radio about a plane flying into a building in New York City, not sure if I had heard correctly, I went and got my mom. We turned on the TV to see the horrific image of the second plane hitting the World Trade Center. The two freeze frames that remain crystal clear in my mind were 1) standing with my mom in her bedroom watching the news--both of us beside ourselves and 2) my friend Carli. Obviously, the first one makes sense, but I think the second one remains engrained in my mind because I remember arriving at school a few minutes later expecting all my peers to look the same way I felt and wanting so badly to shout to everyone, Did you hear about what happened? Can you believe it? I was disappointed to see everyone looked pretty much the same, going about their business as usual. Once I got to my locker, I even started prodding people about what I just witnessed on the news. I was suprised to find out some of my friends didn't even know about it yet. I would then try to explain what had happened, but I think my attempt to convey such...well, unbelievable news didn't come across as I'd hoped. Thankfully, seconds later my good friend, Carli, came up to me with an expression to mirror my own exclaiming, Did you hear about what happened? Can you believe it? I wanted to hug her. Maybe I did, I can't remember. But I do remember exactly what she looked like that day down to her silver beaded earrings (which Carli, if you're reading this, I never told you how cute they were). I was so grateful to have had a friend to digest the horrific events of that morning and what it could possibly mean for our future. Sadly, it wasn't much longer until the rest of my peers felt the gravity of the situation as well. I remember going to cheer class (I'm sorry to say that's true) and hearing all my friends talk about how all their guy friends and boyfriends might have to enlist in the army. It might seem foolish, but the truth is we didn't know. It was a scary and daunting thing and I'm grateful my experience with 9/11 was only that.  I was grateful that all New York City was to me was a charged, unrelatable, far away place that I'd only ever seen in the movies as were, ironically, much of the events that happened that day.

Fast forward one decade later and not only am I much more familiar with NYC, but I have a husband who has an office view of Ground Zero and we live in the city that after NewYork, has the second highest number of fatalities from that awful day. I remember last summer walking past the Ground Zero construction site and couldn't stop the tears. I was overwhelmed with these sad feelings came on so strongly and so suddenly. If anything, I'm grateful that I could eventually relate if only by the tiniest bit to all that went on that infamous day.

Phil and I took a look at Life Magazine's "9/11: 25 Most Powerful Photos" (and explains the first two photos I posted) together the other night and although sad, it's a great way to remember all the things that you feel are important to pay tribute to for what happened.

There is something about this little blog that makes me feel sometimes that my thoughts are bigger than myself and sharing this makes me feel as I'm able to send out to the world all my gratitude and sympathies all those people who made sacrifices ten years ago. And that I haven't forgotten.


 On that note, I thought I'd quickly mention the hurricane for record purposes. Ya know, get out all the downer dolly stuff in one post. Actually, we faired really well in Hurricane Irene. Going off of our ward, we ranged from people who didn't have any problems to people who were dealing with power losses days later and some people still dealing with flooding.  I'd say we were on the more favorable end. We lost power for 18 hours and water for 24 hours. After our water came back on we were on a boil water advisory for approximately 3 days. However, it was when our water came back that I decided as long as I could flush my toilet--I was a happy camper.

What I learned:

  • Get your food storage people! Phil and I have been slackers in this as we've been hopping from one small place to another the last few years. We've been talking about being better now that we're getting (well, kind of) more settled, but you never know what or when something is going to hit.
  • Now when I say food storage, I'm not just talking about food. Because I know that's what I think of when daydream of my awesome food storage supply. However, none of that means anything without water or power. The day before, when I, with the rest of NJ, was scrambling to get water and batteries was the first time I felt real, legitimate panic. It feels like a big pit in your stomach. I located jugs to fill with water--check. But it took me awhile to find batteries for our flashlights (thanks to Ryder all of our flashlights' current batteries were dead). So the water and batteries (heck, go get yourself a generator!) are very important.
  • Did I mention the water is important? It takes 3-7 gallons of water to flush your toilet. So, put that in your pipe and smoke not really. One little handy tip I didn't know until it was to late was to fill your bathtub with water. Some friends also gave me the idea to fill empty rubbermaid storage bins with water as well.
  • A lot more things need power than you would think. I kept humiliating myself with thoughts like,  we may not have A/C, but at least we'll have fans. Or, we might not have the televison but at least we'll have the Internet. Oh, we might not have enough water, it's okay we can drink milk too. Milk doesn't taste good warm, Jasmine! Shockingly, we were smart enough to get our laundry done and charge everything right before the pending impact of the storm. 

What I want to remember:
  • Our wonderful friends. Both nights we were without water, or both power and water we had friends who invited us to dinner. I can't tell you how nice it was to get out of our lame house, laugh, visit, have friends to play with our kids, charge our electronics, have them store our food ....soooo nice. Now, I can say it wasn't that big of a deal, but when you're in it, you don't know for how long and there were some points it was really wearing on us and what can I say? I'm a babyhead. But these dear friends of ours truly lifted my heart and made me feel hopeful. They are/were such a huge blessing.
  • Oh to note: we also felt a tremor or two from the VA earthquake earlier that week. I believe the  destruction tally resulted in one crooked cross-stitch :)

1 comment:

  1. Thank you for all of your emotional thoughts. I enjoed reading them. I couldn't put my thought down in an organized manner. :(