Instantly, I grabbed my glasses and sat up - stunned.
Images of the World Trade Center filled the screen. Sirens were screaming. People were screaming. TV reporters were screaming. Thick smoke and panic filled the air.
And as I sat there wondering if this were really happening, another plane hit the second tower.
What the h*ll is happening?
I realise that all this is taped, that it has just happened within the previous half hour.
Then reality struck as the events of the day continue on in real time.
The first tower begins to fall. I stare transfixed as people panic, scream, run, fall, run, cry, run, yell, run, trying to get away from the blocks of cements and metal and glass and smoke from the fires that ensue.
Twenty-three minutes later, I'm still sitting in bed - in shock - as I watch the second tower collapse.
I am seeing death happening.
Suddenly, I wonder what's happening here in my own city thousands of miles from New York! Some unidentified airplanes are approaching Vancouver!
The phone rings. My daughter is frightened to go to work in her downtown Vancouver highrise. I tell her to stay put until we know more.
I scramble out of bed, forgo the shower, and get ready for school. Arriving early, I find the principal dragging one of the large TVs into the library area and getting all the staff together to watch, pray, and prepare for what to say to the children when they arrive.
The entire Western World was terrified that day and for many many days to come. That terror has subsided somewhat, but the legacy of that day continues seven years later.
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