Sunday, September 11, 2011

My 9-11 story

10 years already, huh?


When I bought my home, I literally spent every penny I had. I only had to put 5% down but I decided that if I was going to do this, I was going all or nothing and put down 15%. I even borrowed $600 from a co-worker to cover some of the closing costs. I was broke worse than when I moved out of my parents' home. Finding a coupon for Top Ramen gave me a chubber. I was doing this alone. No secondary income to fall back on, noone else to pay the bills. This was my chance to build a castle on the river. I can stand in my kitchen and throw a rock into the river........if I chopped down a few tress.

My TV reception was..............not good. I only got 4 channels: 2, 7, 9 and 12. I live out in the middle of nowhere. Co-workers who have lived in Oregon their entire lives have never heard of my town of about 300 people.

For whatever reason, my TV reception kept getting worse and worse until I only had one channel left that was watchable.

On the morning of 9-11-2001, I woke up in the usual manner; naked and disoriented. I flipped on the TV and watched the towers fall. Took a shower and went to work where there wasn't much actual work going on.

When I got home, my last TV channel was just a snow storm. No more TV.

I unplugged the boob tube, put it in the garage and started shopping for my first computer.

The TV is still in the garage and now my window to the outside world is the internet.

I can certainly afford a satelite dish and have 500 choices of crap to choose from, but I just don't feel the need.

Lotsa people sharing stories about 9-11 and how it affected them.

For me, it was the day I turned off the television.

The river is beautiful today.

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1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I am certain that on that September day there were angels among us, and I would imagine that they too wept…

I’m a big strong guy, but I am not the least bit bothered to tell you, I wept, from anger, from compassion, from a feeling of total helplessness, and yes, even fear, not fear for myself, but fear for my family and their immediate safety…

I was 1,500 miles from home that day and all I could think of was getting home to my wife and making sure my children were safe, and I couldn’t do that…

None of us knew what the future held, we still don’t, but I hope with all my heart that these same angels are with us now…

I can’t speak for all Americans, but I know that I am still hurting, every day that goes by I remember 9-11, and I don’t know if a *healing* will ever take place in me, but I pray for the lives of those affected in an even more direct fashion, I pray for our firefighters, police officer and our troops… I pray that ALL of America will wake up to the dangers around us and unite in an effort to defeat the evils that threaten our lives and freedoms.

No matter where that evil comes from!

I will NEVER forgive and I will NEVER forget!