My September 11 Story

by Janice

I was pregnant with Jackson.

I woke up late in the morning and opened my bedroom door. Something felt wrong. My mother was sitting downstairs watching the news. She told me to come down – she hadn’t wanted to wake me because I was so exhausted…but …

I don’t remember her words exactly. She told me what had happened and said something about the US being attacked and war. Panic rushed through me and I numbly stared at the TV, trying to comprehend what was going on while I held on to my swollen belly. I had just found out a few weeks before that my baby had kidney problems and I had been an emotional wreck as I cried and pleaded with God for my baby to be allowed to live a good, healthy life. Now this was too much. The world was falling apart. I couldn’t bear it.

Along with millions of others, I watched endless hours of the news. I cancelled a work trip to Seattle, too terrified to travel to a big city. I fell deeper into anxiety. I was completing my credentialing for work and tried to keep writing papers and finishing the Old Testament course I was taking. But I couldn’t concentrate. I am not sure how much work I got done. It is a blur now.

But one thing I do remember is my sidewalk and how green and perfect my tree-lined street was. I remember staring at my car parked next to the freshly cut lawn and realizing that I didn’t live in the safe haven I had always thought I had. In the past I had looked at my neighborhood and felt guilty about how protected we were, tucked away from all the wars, starvation and devastation that happened all over the globe. But now it wasn’t safe. The ocean was no longer separating us from war. My idyllic street could be blown up any minute. And I was terrified.

Like the rest of the world I braced myself for more terror and moved about everyday in fear, wondering what part of the sky would fall next. And when it didn’t, I slowly settled into this new world of fearful acceptance, knowing that it can and most likely will happen again, but trying to live despite it.

I am still afraid of the sky falling. Not just with airplanes and bombs, but with illness and disasters. As I watched the hurricanes drown cities, I felt that same hopelessness. As I hear of diseases and wars, I feel that same dread of the future that I felt that day.

But I try to breathe in each peaceful, beautiful moment I have with my son and my family. I stop constantly and thank God that we are safe, healthy and together. I know we may not always be – but today we are.

Like all of you, my heart breaks for those who are not together with their loved ones, for the children who do not have their Mommy or their Daddy to cuddle and kiss them. And even though I don’t know their names or their stories, I remember them.

For more September 11 posts go to Rocks In My Dryer. (Due to server problems I was not able to upload the image Shannon made.)



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Janice is co-founder of 5 Minutes For Mom. She's been working online since 2003 and is thankful her days are full of social media, writing and photography. You can see more of her photos at janicecrozephotography.com.

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1 Christine Hohlbaum September 9, 2006 at 2:59 am

I had just had my Jackson two weeks prior to Sept 11th. He was two weeks early (his due date was Sept 9th). It is a day I will NEVER forget.

Warm regards,
Christine

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2 Barb September 9, 2006 at 6:19 am

I think the best thing about Shannon asking all of us to tell our 9/11 story is that it reminds us not to forget. We can never let our guard down again. We just don’t live in a safe world any more and I agree with you that the most intense feeling I had that day was that it had come to us. Our safe zone was (and is) forever gone.

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3 mommy September 9, 2006 at 7:30 am

This was a good idea. I think I will have to share my story as well. That day really impacted America and it is so important to share our stories as we approach the anniversary.

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4 Pass the Torch September 9, 2006 at 8:15 am

So many of the stories are really similar, even in different parts of the country (and world). It was a frightening time.

I wrote too.
Pass the Torch

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5 Jodi September 9, 2006 at 10:39 am

I love what your wrote Janice. It is sad that we live in a world where we have to be fearful now!

I’m getting to write mine.

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6 Susanne September 9, 2006 at 11:02 am

Like you, it makes me remember to be thankful each day for safety and my family being together.

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7 Becky September 9, 2006 at 3:15 pm

Thank you for sharing your story….the last part of your post reminded me of a poem my Pastor shared with me just today. As I’ve read these it’s amazing how many of us were thinking about OUR families and OUR children….I suppose it’s times like that or any other disaster that put our lives into perspective. I still worry too….about the kind of world my children are going to grow up in and have to deal with in their adult years.

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8 Gina September 9, 2006 at 4:09 pm

This awful tragedy, united us in spirit. It is apparent by your story and others that we all feel, worry and grieve over the same things.

My story is up also.

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9 Kailani September 10, 2006 at 9:46 am

It was truly a frightening day. I bet most people can remember exactly what they were doing that morning.

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10 Theresa September 11, 2006 at 2:27 pm

Thanks for posting your story. You’re right though. We live in fear now and America will never be the same. I can’t believe how many pregnant women there were during this time. I can’t imagine the emotional roller coaster you were on. Blessings!

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