I don't think theres a person in the word who can forget Sept 11, 2001... The day the world changed.

If you feel so inclined, this thread is here for you to post any thoughts, feelings, memories, etc you might like to share with the rest of the community about this event.

I was at work when this happened. I remember watching TV through the morning, as footage capturing the terrible events were forwarded and released.

It was unreal. It was the first time I had felt real fear since I was a little kid.

I remember.

I remember exactly where I was when I first heard the news. I was in my car, driving to work, I can even remember exactly where I was, which corner I had just driven around.

I rang my parents and told them to turn on the TV because America was being attacked.

As I kept driving and listening to the reports, I remember hearing a report saying that the attacks where being called an act of war and the thought ran through my head "Is this how world war 3 starts?"

When I got to work everyone was talking about it. I spent the majority of my day watching news reports and following the news web sites.

I refer to Sept 11 as the day the world changed because it has effected the whole world.

The death and destruction of that day just blows my mind. I try to avoid thinking about it for very long because it's such a dark hole and doesn't lead anywhere good.

So much death.. for the worst possible reason.

I just made into the 9th grade than and was finishing up one of the very first days.

It’s hard for me to write about that day, because I can very easily get angry and political about the long-term aftermath. I’ll try to stop before I head that way.

I had just finished a temporary work contract, and I was at home. I generally don’t watch TV or listen to the radio; I heard about it when a friend of mine, who knows that I don’t, called me to tell me. This may seem strange, but I still didn’t turn on the TV or the radio; I’m just not used to getting information that way. I went out and got a copy of the special edition of the paper, and read about it. And I went online to connect with the community I was involved with at the time.

That community is my strongest memory of that time. It was large and international group, and the support and concern and caring that poured in from around the world was amazing and intensely moving. We hung around online as various members from the New York and DC areas checked in to say they were all right, and then hung around some more to reassure each other that the world would be all right, somehow.

Another odd element of my own perspective is that I have spent my entire adult life knowing that there were people in the world who, without ever meeting me, hated me enough to want me dead; and I had to adjust to the fact that, although most of the world grows up knowing that, most of the US does not. Or did not. I watched my friends lose a level of innocence that I had almost forgotten ever having had.

And in mid-October, I started my current job – working for an investment advisor. It wasn’t the best time to start a new career in the financial industry; or maybe it was. One of my new firm’s clients died on 9/11, and the overall atmosphere of mourning touched every corner of the industry. I certainly hadn’t expected that my experience in bereavement counseling would have any part to play in my new career – heaven knows I wasn’t about to put it on my resume! – but it did prove to be a help.

I think I'll stop now.

Here's a tribute I made after the events - I still remember watching live on tv as it all unfolded, I actually posted some of the very first iamges online because I was watching tv through my computer - I captured an image and posted it to a forum saying to people - is this a hoax...... it affected me deeply - which is why I made this - I'd had enough of seeing the buildings collapsing and the horror of it all...

Here's what I wrote when I sent the page out to my contact list

http://users.tpg.com.au/talie/remember.html

Very nice tribute Tal.

It is still hard to believe that human beings can continue to do things like this to each other.

Tal, very beautifully done, a lovely tribute.

I was in Colombia, South America. I had just crossed the Venezuelan border town of San Antonio de Táchira in to Cucuta on September 9th. My mom came to visit me and had made it back to the US on September 10th. The family I was staying with told me to come quickly. At first it looked like a bad movie. The picture was grainy and audio was poor. We checked all of the news channels and footage was on each one. I called home. My brother answered and he told me that it was true, that one tower was hit. A few minutes in to call the line went dead. I tried to call again. The call would not go through. Two more days went by before I could make it back to Venezuela. I still could not get contact them by phone. Email was the only way I could reach my family.