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Posted by Ernie on 9/10/2007, 11:02 am I was wondering why she was crying as there was no reason on her chart for such emotions at that point. She clutched my hand and turned to the TV. It was then that I saw the first Tower boiling in smoke. Stunned I somehow knew that it was not a TV show but was the real thing. In silence we watched together. I did not do much work that day. Actually I did no work that day, but as a social worker, my work was not life threatning if it was not done. As the day progressed, we watched as the second plane rammed the second Tower and I remember thinking that pilot knew just how to hit the building effectively. He tilted the plane so that it would get the benefit of full impact on the building. It was effective as that building burned faster and was the first to collapse. These images and the horror will always be with me. I have a horror of tall buildings and will not go up in one past the 10th floor. To watch these fires raging and knowing that people were in there was a terror of mammoth proportions. Before the collapse, I will always have a distinct horror of watching as bodies flew past the cameras and hearing the bodies as they hit the pavement below. That image will be with me forever. I remember 9-11 and will the rest of my life. Yes I do think of the misery of the persons on the planes as they watched certain death approaching. Yes I do think often of the horror gripping the men and women above the fires gasping to breathe and grasping the reality of a horrible death. And yes I do think often of the brave people who diligently searched for just one life to save. Yes I think often of those who lost loved ones and friends to this horror. I don't ever want to forget the wretched, demented souls of those who perpetrated this debaucle in the name of religion. Not forgetting is remembering, so I do in fact remember 9-11-2001!
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Six years ago on September 11, 2001, I entered one of my patient's rooms for my usual social assessment. The TV was going and it was turned up loud. The patient was someone I had never met before. She was openly crying. I was shocked and thankfully, I did not do my usual good cheer and great joy greeting that I usually did with my patients.
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