tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6968723288420536675.post1131943994160921177..comments2023-10-26T10:42:47.013-04:00Comments on Rev. Steve: Where were you on 9/11?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10857477383538283181noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6968723288420536675.post-4017548332153234582009-09-11T23:35:13.545-04:002009-09-11T23:35:13.545-04:00I was living in Phoenix with my partner. We were g...I was living in Phoenix with my partner. We were getting to leave our home that morning to work in our small business. We did the usual...coffee and sloughed a donut or two, turned the tube on for noise.When I first turned it on, they had said something about a small plane hitting one of the towers....I was curious and kept watching...and watching. We left the house late, stunned for the rest of the day in disbelief....what will happen next, and should we be out working? Every client we had that day had to chatter and convey their thoughts to us....which was fine....we were all reaching out to try to understand. The thought of "revenge" overtaking OUR country's morality and logic was on my mind from that very first day....that the public could now be manipulated with fear and yes...by war-mongering leaders magnifying the need for a quick revenge.The country...it's people were vulnerable to manipulation, more than normally.This was I thought...a threat from outside...as well as from inside potentially. I did not trust the stability of our leadership...esp. our president at that time.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6968723288420536675.post-35954795078993231532009-09-11T09:44:56.890-04:002009-09-11T09:44:56.890-04:00Scott and I were on our honeymoon in Ireland. We h...Scott and I were on our honeymoon in Ireland. We had just crossed the Shannon on a ferry and were trying to find Irish music on the radio (all they seemed to play was American pop!) when we came across a report that the second tower was falling. We immediately knew 2 things, 1) Ireland was the safest place in the world to be at that moment and 2) we were grateful to be getting news from SKY news and not the treacle-drenched American media. We still didn't know what had happened as we continued on our route to Dingle. But I noticed people looking at us with kindness and sympathy as we drove by. We settled into a pub and saw all the replays, again thankful that professional journalists were on the story and not Katie Couric or the rest of the American schlock crew. As Congress came out and sang God Bless America that night, we were embarrassed for our country and the complete lack of dignity of its leaders. At that moment, I sincerely wished another one would hit the Capital, so that at least some good would come of the tragedy. We were glad to be among people who were prayerful, sympathetic and dignified. We couldn't get through to America, so we phoned a friend in Dublin, who IM'd my sister in law's sister, who IM'd back that my brother called everyone and everyone is okay. For the rest of the week, we saw prayerbooks and candles at every store and hotel we visited. The day of mourning was thoughtful and quiet. No one complained. At least no one in Ireland. The biggest issue was where to find an open gas station and some lunch, as most everything was closed. We have a lot to learn from the Europeans about tact, sympathy and quietude. We were grateful that my stepmother had left for Seattle a day earlier, as her cross country direct flight was just the kind the terrorists were looking for. I felt guilty for teasing my worrisome mother in law that we were more likely to die in a car crash on the way to the airport than get hijacked on a plane. I felt guilty for joking that a single woman over 35 is more likely to be killed by a terrorist than get married (having just married at 37). I was glad to be on Aer Lingus' first flight home the following Sunday and to arrive safely.The Fine Linehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05989365783341036659noreply@blogger.com