{"id":32,"date":"2003-09-11T21:02:00","date_gmt":"2003-09-11T21:02:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jclark.org\/weblog\/Miscellany\/Personal\/remember.html"},"modified":"2006-09-19T10:58:27","modified_gmt":"2006-09-19T14:58:27","slug":"remember","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jclark.org\/weblog\/2003\/09\/11\/remember\/","title":{"rendered":"I Remember"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I remember my pager going off during a meeting.  &#8220;CALL <span class=\"caps\">HOME ASAP.<\/span>&#8221;  My wife never pages me.  I left the meeting.  It was a little past 9am.<\/p>\n<p>I remember finding an empty office and calling home.  I was in Manhattan only for the day, 52nd Street.  My wife was upset.  &#8220;Two planes just crashed into the World Trade Center.  Are you there?&#8221;  We live two hours away &#8211; she didn&#8217;t know anything about New York City, just that I was there.  &#8220;I&#8217;m five miles away, hon.  I&#8217;m fine.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I remember getting off the phone after several minutes of assuring my wife I&#8217;d find out how to get home and call her back.  The meeting was still in progress.<\/p>\n<p>I remember wondering how I could go tell a room full of New Yorkers what had happened.  I remember my relief when a moment later, the meeting room opened up and everyone poured out.  Someone else had already told them.<\/p>\n<p>I remember wandering down a few floors, looking for a television.  I passed someone I didn&#8217;t know.  &#8220;They blew up the Pentagon,&#8221; he said.  My stomach turned to ice.  How far would this go?<\/p>\n<p>I remember talking to my wife again.  I had to call someone back in my office, over a dedicated line, and get him to conference us.  Long distance and cell phones were completely tied up.  &#8220;I promise I&#8217;ll try to get home today,&#8221; I told her.  She was trying not to be hysterical.  So was I.<\/p>\n<p>I remember leaving the building with four other people from my office, all visiting for the day.  Someone had come up over the weekend, and had a car parked in Brooklyn.  The 3:30 streets were empty.  Subways, the ones that were running, were nearly empty.  We walked a long time, away from the smoke.  I looked over my shoulder at it so many times I lost count.<\/p>\n<p>I remember riding out of Brooklyn over the Verazanno Narrows bridge several hours later.  Looking back at the column of smoke, larger than belief.  I will never forget that image as long as I live.<\/p>\n<p>I remember arriving home.  Hugging my children.  Holding my wife.  Calling friends and loved ones, assuring them I was home.  Crying.  Praying for the families of those who were lost.<\/p>\n<p>On September 11, 2001, over three thousand people lost their lives.  At the World Trade 2,972 people were lost.  At the Pentagon, 184 people were lost.  In a field in Pennsylvania, 40 people were lost.  I was fortunate&#8230; I didn&#8217;t lose anyone.  But I remember.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I remember my pager going off during a meeting. &#8220;CALL HOME ASAP.&#8221; My wife never pages me. I left the meeting. It was a little past 9am. I remember finding an empty office and calling home. I was in Manhattan only for the day, 52nd Street. My wife was upset. &#8220;Two planes just crashed into [&hellip;]<\/p>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[10],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-32","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-personal"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jclark.org\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jclark.org\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jclark.org\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jclark.org\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jclark.org\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=32"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/jclark.org\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jclark.org\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=32"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jclark.org\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=32"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jclark.org\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=32"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}