8.46 am New York time. 14.46 local time. A plane collides with the World Trade center and news stations all over the world tap into the American news stations to show life footage.
I don’t exactly know why I put on the tv. It might have been because I was just zapping. It might have been because my mother called me, or perhaps I called her. It’s a bit of a blur, to be honest. I do know that when I watched, the first plane had already collided with the first tower.
Then, suddenly, I hear the commentator screaming: “Oh my God, another one just hit!”
It’s 9.02 am New York time, 15.02 local time. The second plane hits the second tower and the horrifying truth becomes clear. This is no accident.
The rest of the afternoon and evening, the tv was on. Every bit of news that trickled in just made the situation seem worse. Every image will forever be burned into my mind. It was the day the world changed.
Americans were hit the hardest, of course. Many of them lost someone, knew someone who was lost, lived in fear for some time. But the rest of the world was changed as well. No longer were we safe, no longer was there total peace in the Western World. A cowardice attack had changed all of it. There is no protection against these kinds of attacks, no amount of security measures you can take that will prevent this. No matter how hard you try.
The world is a lot more unsafe. The world will never be the same. I was there, I remember. I remember that day, I remember how it was before that day. The feeling of total safety that was before is something I will never be able to explain to my children, because they will be born in a world where terrorism is a reality. They will learn of this day in their history lessons, but I was there. I remember.
I will always remember.