Everyone remembers where they were and what they were doing 6 years ago.
Here are my memories.
I was working for an air medical transportation company. Actually, at the time, Rocky Mountain Helicopters was the largest air medical transport company in the nation. I just happened to be the receptionist at its headquarters as well as its switchboard operator. As you can imagine, it was a big deal.
The FAA grounded all of our crews. I had two pilots call me and frantically ask me what they were supposed to do with the dying patient on their aircraft. Since I didn't know what to tell them, I called our flight operations officer, who was traveling, to tell him what had happened in NYC.
Me: Karl, what am I supposed to tell these pilots?
Karl: What are you talking about?
Me: Turn on a television, sir.
Karl: What do you mean? what channel?
Me: I'm pretty sure it doesn't matter.
Time passes while he finds his hotel remote control.
It was so surreal. I remember I was pregnant with Bradley. I even remember I was wearing my purple maternity shirt from Gap with my black slacks. I remember becoming robot-like as I answered the hundreds of phone calls and, without emotion, told them all they were grounded - no exceptions - that the flight medics would have to do their best.
I remember coming home to Steven watching - no glued to - the news (like everyone else). Our friends Brad and Brian were at our apartment watching, too. Day after day. Like we were waiting for something else to happen. The news became a little more important to us after that day. In fact, since then, Steven has read CNN headlines daily.
No one knew what to do. Classes were canceled, meetings postponed. No one knew what was appropriate behavior. I didn't necessarily "experience" it or "survive" it. I didn't know if it was appropriate to even laugh all day ... all week. I remember the solemness of everything. The flags flying low for weeks.
I remember the good that came. The lines of people waiting to donate blood. The heroic tales of people going back in. The over-crowded churches.
These are some of my memories. What are yours?
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Written by Mindy at 1:01 PM