We all remember where we were, what we were doing and how we felt on this day 12 years ago.
Alarm goes off. No music. Just talking. Talking about the World Trade Center. Talking about a PLANE crashing into the World Trade Center. Jump out of bed. Turn on the TV. Watch IMAGES of a plane crashing into the World Trade Center. Phone rings. "I'm on my way," I say. It was the news station. Time to go to work.
Walk into the station. "You're going to the Mexico border," says my news director. Jump back into the car. My photographer and I head south from Yuma. Border shut down. People scared. We start shooting video - capturing that emotion, that raw emotion.
Back at the station, everyone, I mean EVERYONE in the building - sales, engineering, production - was in the newsroom. That's where multiple televisions - usually tuned into our competitors and other news outlets - now only showing the same thing. But different. Different video, different images, different interviews. But same theme - how terrorists attacked US on OUR own land using OUR own planes.
I was overwhelmed trying to understand every. single. piece of video I was seeing. All the while, trying to write my story about how the U.S./Mexico border was closed and those who typically use it everyday couldn't. It wasn't until late that night, when I was finally home that I had the time to digest what happened at 8:46 and 9:03 that morning. Tears started flowing and didn't stop. I cried for the families who lost loved ones. I cried for the firefighters and first responders who lost their lives trying to help others. To this day, it's what I think about every September 11th.
We all remember where we were, what we were doing and how we felt. Where were you? What were you doing? How did you feel? We welcome your thoughts and would like to hear from you. Feel free to post under comments.