Where were you? Where was I? Blah Blah Blah… We will hear so many of these stories today, tomorrow, and over the next week as we reminisce on the day that changed our world, as we know it.
At 22 years old, I was still passed out from a drunken Monday night when the first plane hit. After the second plane hit my mom woke me to tell me our country was under a terrorist attack. With a splitting headache and a typical hangover, I didn’t even comprehend what she was saying.
As the day went on we all sat glued to our TVs in horror… in shock… as we observed people jumping to their deaths and buildings crumbling. A sight that has stuck with me forever… and forever has changed our lives.
But how much has your life really changed? How did 911 affect you?
Yes, going to the airport is a complete pain in the ass. But what else?
I do not know anyone DIRECTLY affected by 911. Fortunately for me, I did not lose a loved one, nor do I know anyone who lost a loved one. I do not have any friends or family members in the police force or firefighting teams. The closest thing I had to 911 is that one of my friend’s apartment overlooks Ground Zero. Oh yeah… and Happy Birthday Regan (my poor friend with the 9-11 birthday… but I assure you… the only friend’s birthday I never forget).
So here I go… 9-11 fucked up my plans… I graduated Penn State in May 2001 with a degree in public relations and advertising, and a concentration on journalism. My dream was to move to NYC after college and get an awesome PR job, and work with celebrities.
After I graduated in May, I decided to enjoy one last summer of freedom without a job. One last hoorah! I wanted to spend my days at the beach and my nights at the clubs. And I figured I’d get a job after Labor Day.
As I began to construct my resume and cover letters, and started my awesome job search, 9-11 struck… and completely ruined my plans. NYC was in disarray, jobs were lost EVERYWHERE, and our world came to a complete standstill for some time. My dream PR job in NYC was just not going to happen anytime soon.
So I went back to school, got my Masters in Education, taught, got married, got pregnant, and retired. Truth be told… my dream was never to be a teacher. It was to be in PR and advertising, and to use my love of writing to accomplish success. But 9-11 ruined that.
Yes, isn’t that so selfish of me to say? Just remember… this is my id talking.
On the 10-year anniversary of 9-11 I recollect on my mournful memories and how that day changed my life. Not directly, but indirectly, 9-11 changed me… it changed us all.
But as I continue to reflect, I now see that sometimes things change, but fate ensures it all works out… as long as we work to make that happen.
No, I never had my dream job in NYC, working with celebrities, but I’m doing exactly what I was meant to do. I’m using my love of the written word to produce Confessions of the Id with 2 fabulous female counterparts! I’m also, finally, putting my public relations and advertising degree to use, as I am working with a new website, Daily Referral, to promote businesses.
So 9-11 changed us all… changed my life and yours. Directly or indirectly… we are all different because of that tragic day.
My sincere sympathy goes out to all of you directly affected by the travesty of 9-11. A special heartfelt condolence to those of you who lost a loved one.