The Day Time Stood Still: Remembering My 9/11 – The Shadow League
I will forever remember September 11th, 2001
My story starts in Washington, DC but that’s not where it would end. I woke up unusually late and in a frenzy, realizing that I was late for my morning class at Howard University. I stayed off campus in a row house a few blocks away and after a quick shower, threw on some clothes and bolted out the door.
The streets were eerily quiet and I saw no one on their rush to class or even meandering around campus. Suddenly, I hit Georgia Avenue, the large Broadway-esque avenue of northwest, D.C. and was confronted by army tanks rolling down the street with soldiers commandeering them.
Jolted, I asked someone random on the street what was going on and they informed me that a plane had just hit the World Trade Center and the Pentagon.
Those we lost live on in us. #September11th
My mind raced. I am native New Yorker and my mother worked on Wall Street, a mere few blocks from the Trade Center. Between catching the PATH train to Jersey sometimes and shopping at Century 21, the World Trade Center was a large part of life growing up in the five boroughs. Instantly, I reached for my cell phone to call my mother and realized that the service was jammed. Only busy signals greeted me, providing no comfort at all and allowing all my worst fears to ferment and prosper