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  1. Anonymous23 February 2005 at 13:14

    I have been reading your very intelligent blogging and was wondering...since you are a New Yorker and were there on September 11...what were your feelings on that day?
    Steve Lee

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  2. Anonymous23 February 2005 at 13:14

    I have been reading your very intelligent blogging and was wondering...since you are a New Yorker and were there on September 11...what were your feelings on that day?
    Steve Lee

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  3. laura k23 February 2005 at 13:25

    Steve, wow, what a question. I wrote something about what we did on September 12. Maybe I will post it here.

    My feelings that day... shock, fear, pain. Fear of the future, of where this was going, if it was over. Incredulity, disbelief, a feeling of surreality.

    When I remember that day, I see myself sitting in front of the television with a box of tissues in front of me, unable to stop crying. Glued to the TV, watching our 24-hour NYC news channel (NY1), just crying and crying and crying.

    Everyone was calling each other to make sure we were all there. Allan (my partner) used to work in the World Trade Center, and several relatives, including my mother, forgot that he no longer did, so we got a few panicked calls, too.

    A few hours into the day, I knew I had to go downtown, to be as close to the site (not yet called Ground Zero) as I could. Watching it on television, it could have been happening anywhere. I had to see for myself what was there and what wasn't.

    Thank you so much for the compliment about my blogging. Maybe tomorrow I'll post my Sept 12 piece.

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  4. laura k23 February 2005 at 13:25

    Steve, wow, what a question. I wrote something about what we did on September 12. Maybe I will post it here.

    My feelings that day... shock, fear, pain. Fear of the future, of where this was going, if it was over. Incredulity, disbelief, a feeling of surreality.

    When I remember that day, I see myself sitting in front of the television with a box of tissues in front of me, unable to stop crying. Glued to the TV, watching our 24-hour NYC news channel (NY1), just crying and crying and crying.

    Everyone was calling each other to make sure we were all there. Allan (my partner) used to work in the World Trade Center, and several relatives, including my mother, forgot that he no longer did, so we got a few panicked calls, too.

    A few hours into the day, I knew I had to go downtown, to be as close to the site (not yet called Ground Zero) as I could. Watching it on television, it could have been happening anywhere. I had to see for myself what was there and what wasn't.

    Thank you so much for the compliment about my blogging. Maybe tomorrow I'll post my Sept 12 piece.

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  5. Rognar23 February 2005 at 14:30

    I remember that day like it was yesterday. Nobody did any work all day, we were all glued to TVs, radios and computers just trying to make sense of it all. I was shocked and saddened, but more than anything else, I was angry. If I was a younger man, I would have enlisted in the army on that day.

    We were all New Yorkers on that day.

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  6. Rognar23 February 2005 at 14:30

    I remember that day like it was yesterday. Nobody did any work all day, we were all glued to TVs, radios and computers just trying to make sense of it all. I was shocked and saddened, but more than anything else, I was angry. If I was a younger man, I would have enlisted in the army on that day.

    We were all New Yorkers on that day.

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  7. laura k23 February 2005 at 15:10

    I don't know, I am a New Yorker, and I wasn't angry. The army, sure, but to fight whom?

    New Yorkers in general were not angry. More shocked and very, very sad.

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  8. laura k23 February 2005 at 15:10

    I don't know, I am a New Yorker, and I wasn't angry. The army, sure, but to fight whom?

    New Yorkers in general were not angry. More shocked and very, very sad.

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  9. Rognar23 February 2005 at 15:20

    I wasn't very rational on that day. I wanted to make somebody pay. And you're right, I had no idea who exactly. I'm not a very angry person and I'm never violent, but when those planes crashed into the WTC, I was a different person for awhile.

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  10. Rognar23 February 2005 at 15:20

    I wasn't very rational on that day. I wanted to make somebody pay. And you're right, I had no idea who exactly. I'm not a very angry person and I'm never violent, but when those planes crashed into the WTC, I was a different person for awhile.

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  11. laura k23 February 2005 at 18:39

    I understand completely. It was a day that suspended all rational thought. It's good that you felt that way, really - because your feelings came from empathy and compassion.

    Part of our current problem is that people are still playing on that irrational anger and emotion.

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  12. laura k23 February 2005 at 18:39

    I understand completely. It was a day that suspended all rational thought. It's good that you felt that way, really - because your feelings came from empathy and compassion.

    Part of our current problem is that people are still playing on that irrational anger and emotion.

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