Last year on my week’s vacation from Giant Eagle, one of the trips I took was to the Fligbt 93 National Memorial. My mom and I both went up that morning (it was a week after the actual 9/11) and were in awe of everything. It’s very humbling when you take it all in. We listened to the chimes and read about everything leading up to the the hours and minutes when the first plane hit the tower. If you haven’t seen it yet, you should definitely check it out.
I’ve twice been to Shanksville where the plane crashed and have been near Quecreek where the mine rescue occurred.
My 9/11 story takes place not far from where Fligbt 93 had crashed. I was a college student attending classes at the local community college. I was in Math class that morning and when class ended is when I got word of what happened. The college was attached to the Hiram G. Andrews Center (where I resided). I went back to my dorm and watched news coverage in the lounge. Soon after, everyone was called to the cafeteria and learn about the events unfolding. It was a very sad day and a very humbling week.
Sporting events and life took a back seat that day and for the rest of the week. When the NFL season resumed a week later, everyone came together including those in New York and Washington. Many lives were lost that day and this otherwise random Tuesday in 2001 still goes down as one of the worst days in our country’s history.
Not many people are still alive who remembered where they were when Pearl Harbor was bombed. Some might recall what they were doing when the astronauts 👨🚀 landed on the moon 🌕. We all know where we were when the World Trade Center and Pentagon were hit and when the plane crashed in Somerset County.
That day changed our lives forever and that week put things into perspective for all of us.
Stylish 🍒 