September 11, 2001

September 11, 2007 | 12 comments
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From the archives:
One Person’s Story.
In Rama was there a voice heard. (With additional comments and links here.)

12 Responses to September 11, 2001

  1. Adam Greenwood on September 11, 2007 at 9:23 am
  2. Jacob M on September 11, 2007 at 12:52 pm

    Thanks, Adam. The quotation of the “Rachel Weeping” scripture is very appropriate for that day. I was a missionary at the time, working in Idaho Falls, ID. My companion and I left our appartment at 10am, and were trying to track down some of our contacts to set up teaching appointments. The whole morning we couldn’t find anyone home (which was pretty typical, by the way). At 12:30pm we were heading back towards our appartment, and we decided to check on one other person. A lovely lady, but I don’t remember her name anymore. She opened the door and said, “You have no idea what’s going on, do you? Come in.” She had CNN on, and they were showing the towers fall. Words are inadequate to explain, but a sense of awefulness came to me. And that is using both senses of that word. It was a truly terrible day, yet one that we all immediately knew would be vastly important and influential. Neither one of us could do anything but look at the tv for the next 3-4 hours. That night, at our dinner appointment, I found a scripture in 1 Ne. 21, where it says that the Lord will preserve his people, even if must be by fire. I’m still not entirely sure what to make of that scripture, but I felt that the Lord was still in charge, that He will stand by His people. Eventually time moved on, and we had other things that we had to attend to, but that day resides in me, and it always will.

  3. Mike Parker on September 11, 2007 at 12:58 pm

    And [the Lord] shall judge among the nations, and shall rebuke many people: and they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruninghooks: nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more. O house of Jacob, come ye, and let us walk in the light of the Lord.

    —Isaiah 2:4–5

  4. Andrew on September 11, 2007 at 1:44 pm

    I would like to pay tribute today to Brady Howell, a member of our old ward in Alexandria, Virginia who was killed in the attack on the Pentagon. He was a 25 year-old serving an internship with Naval Intelligence, I believe it was. Brady left behind a loving wife.

    Although my interactions with Brady were limited to a few conversations in Elders Quorum and in the foyers or hallways, it was apparent to anyone that Brady had a genuinely kind and good nature. I pray that God will comfort his loved ones on this most difficult day.

  5. Adam Greenwood on September 11, 2007 at 1:52 pm

    Thank you, Andrew.

  6. Ray on September 11, 2007 at 2:02 pm

    My family has talked about those who didn’t lose a loved one but, instead, lost a sense of joy and security. For us, it is personal in a unique way.

    My 2nd son, our warrior Diabeticus, initially viewed 9/11/01 as a wonderful day of freedom and relief. Almost two weeks earlier, his appendix had burst, apparently after nearly a week of steady leakage. The doctor who operated told us afterward that it was the worst case he had ever seen where the patient lived. (Priesthood blessings are amazing, both before we had any idea what was happening and after we found out.) J spent almost two weeks in the hospital, and he was released the afternoon of 9/11. He thought it would be a day that would be his unique day to celebrate the literal saving of his life through miraculous means.

    It still is special to him, but, to a large degree, he lost a lot emotionally in the after effects of the national and global perspective on that day. He was 11-years-old; he wanted to celebrate life; he couldn’t; he really couldn’t even talk about it with others without seeming to be insensitive and callous and selfish. In fact, one teacher even made him rewrite a wonderfully poignant essay about his conflicted feelings about that day (a class assignment) and re-direct it to the bombing – as if his personal experience didn’t really matter.

    That’s what I will remember most about 9/11/01 – the way it shook up the world and shattered my son’s sense of peace and joy and celebration, since the saving of his life meant so much less to the community around him than the loss of so many lives. I absolutely love Alan Jackson’s song, “Where Were You When the World Stopped Turning”, since it expresses so well the myriad ways that event affected so many different people in so many different ways.

    Finally, on a slightly humorous but profound note, my daughter was born the summer of 2002. Her kindergarten class this year is one of the largest this district has ever seen, and there are a disproportionate number of those students who were born in the summer – approximately 9 months after 9/11. The timing of my daughter’s birth had nothing to do with 9/11, but it wouldn’t surprise me if the increase in births that summer occurred in more places than here, since there is a tendency to hold onto those you love and seek increased love and affection when you are shaken deeply by such an event.

  7. Dave on September 11, 2007 at 3:27 pm

    That’s a marvelous comment, Ray (#6). I think there are many whose memory of 9/11 is inflected by personal or family experiences of that day or week. I think you’re lucky to have such a positive event that links to that otherwise disturbing symbolic date.

  8. Janet on September 11, 2007 at 3:38 pm

    One our friends worked for a law firm located in the WTC and probably survived only because he was running late to work. He was driving towards the office and saw a plane hit and incinerate many of his friends. I cannot imagine that–or rather, I’d like not to have to. For him and everyone who died, I try a little. I hope certain angels volunteer for the specific task of meeting and comforting souls who have died in violence and fear, and that they kept watch that day. If we can volunteer for post-mortal jobs, that would be a worthy one.

  9. Kaimi Wenger on September 11, 2007 at 3:59 pm

    Another link, along the lines of Janet’s:

    http://www.nytimes.com/pages/national/portraits/index.html

  10. Bill MacKinnon on September 11, 2007 at 4:22 pm

    As widespread as the attacks were — NYC, Virginia, and Pennsylvania — the ripple spread rapidly even farther across the country. In Michigan I returned from a routine trip to the dentist just as the second plane hit one of the Twin Towers. Immediately three very different families that we knew were engulfed by the enormity of this unprovoked or, as FDR would have called it, dastardly attack. My wife’s cousin, had just gone off duty with his ladder company in SoHo and was driving toward home on Staten Island. When he heard the first reports on the car radio, he veered off to lower Manhattan, joining his comrades who had arrived separately with their equipment at the World Trade Center. They all disappeared forever into one of the towers. On about the 50th floor of the South Tower my nephew (my twin brother’s son) looked out the window, saw a plane heading right for him, and after the impact headed instinctively for the fire stairs as a result of the drills instituted after the earlier 1993 attack. He was missing for hours until he hiked to his apartment miles to the north. He and his wife headed for New Hampshire, climbed Mount Monadnock (from which all six New England states can be seen), and then moved on to seek quiet on Nantucket. (Further to Ray’s perceptive point, their first child was born 30 June 2002.) The third family was that of one of my consulting clients, the CEO of a major corporation located a mile from the Detroit Temple and one of the nation’s wealthiest individuals. His son disappeared along with the entire workforce of his investment firm located somewhere in the upper stories of one of the towers. The father, disconsolate, flew to New York and roamed Manhattan for days and, in a way, probably still does.
    A few weeks ago I recommended reading J.R. Moehringer’s “The Tender Bar, A Memoir.” In that book’s epilogue is Moehringer’s account of what he found in his hometown of Manhasset, Long island, New York after he left his job in Denver with the “L.A. Times” to attend some of the fifty 9/11 funerals that took place in that commuter community. Moehringer’s account of what the impact was on this town is one of the finest pieces of writing I’ve ever encountered. No wonder he won the Pulitzer Prize, although not for that piece.

  11. BBELL on September 12, 2007 at 11:06 am

    Hi,

    I also have a child born summer of 2002.

    I also have become a bit concerned about the “Truthers”

    See this report from Popular Mechanics magazine

    http://www.popularmechanics.com/technology/military_law/1227842.html

WELCOME

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