Everyone over the age of puberty will remember where they were 10 years ago yesterday.
Watching the horror unfold on the TV like an unbelievably horrible Hollywood film, we really did expect Bruce Willis to appear and make Everything Alright again. We WILLED him to appear. But real life is not like the movies and our world tilted on its axis that day and never really tilted back.
What did I do? I tuned in to QVC. For hours.
I wasn't wanting to buy anything. I just wanted to see people behaving normally. The ashen-faced presenters kept doing what they were paid to do - selling digital cameras and lap tops and I found solace amongst the scrolling phone numbers and 'limited stock' announcements. It gave me an anchor into the normalcy of the day before, the 10th of September, when everything was ok. When the worst of my problems was how I was going to lose all this post-baby weight.
From time to time, Tartarus flicked on the news and the horror piled in on us again - endless, endless replays of the planes hitting the buildings, people jumping holding hands, dust-covered zombies staggering through the streets.
We went to bed that night holding hands and with our baby son between us. With no idea what the following days might bring; apocalyptic thoughts that we dared not voice out loud haunted us.
And yet here we are, ten years later, just bumbling along like we were on the 10th of September, yet entirely different. I still watch QVC and am grateful for what they did for me that day. Hell, I even buy stuff!
I never really lost the post-baby fat though.
There was SOME good came out of that day: We got to see the very best that people can be in the very worst of circumstances. And if we can choose to focus on that instead of the utter devastation that was visited on the US that day, we can make ourselves better people - and that's the best memorial we can build for those that died.
What were you doing, 10 years ago yesterday?
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