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We were given an (old) update about something with our computer system at work that we had never seen. On the bottom of the page it said "Last update, 9/10/01 2:32 PM. It was just so so creepy. I really think of the world as before that date and after. I remember being at work and about half an hour after the planes hit getting a work email about how an elderly employee has passed away the night before and the my first thought was - "Thank G-d she never had to know this horror"

Does anyone else think of that date in terms of before and after?

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I definitely think of things pre and post 9/11.

It was a huge time in my life - I was a freshman in college, away from my parents for the first time in my life. I wasn't even gone for 2 weeks when it happened. It was a very open, VULNERABLE time for many people...

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I absolutely think of life as pre and post- 9/11. I was just starting grad school 2 blocks from Ground Zero....life was never the same. I view life so differently now.

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Oh yeah I do...

Before is a sense of security that took its last breath for me on 9/10/01

After... The world will never be like it was...

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I was just thinking about it the other day actually...the weekend prior to that DH (FH at the time) & I went shopping in PA and then went to my aunt's house in Atlantic City. It was such a bright sunny carefree day and everything seemed to change 3 days later.

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I definately do. Its sad because you hardly remember what life was like before 9-11. Just getting on a plane with really no security. The word terrorism was hardly used. You never gave anything a second thought. I think it has made people appreciate life more, or at least it has for me.

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I have never felt the same way riding the train to work in NYC post 9/11 as I did every other day before that. I still get deja vu and such eerie feelings on the train some mornings... I can clearly recall where I was sitting and what I did when everyone's cellphones started ringing and people were hearing the news "that a plane hit the WTC" . and yet somehow I did not belive it could POSSIBLY be a terrorist attack and kept going to work, and then seeing the city with my own eyes break into a panic and not know what would happen next

I feel as though in some ways I enjoy the good things the city has to offer MORE than ever before, yet in other ways my guard is always up and I fear so much more , even when I try NOT to

Its a world that was changed forever in that one day

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Even scarier is the fact that it seems like I have grown up with no sense of security.

The original WTC bombing, Oklahoma city, Columbine, 9/11, and of course many events in between...there was never a time in my life when my parents would just let me play outside, because of the warnings of the "man in the white van." Or the gym teacher that turned out to be a female sex offender.

I'm younger than most on here....and its just scary that kids today have even LESS security than I had.

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Mike had to have 10% of his lung removed. He was in the hospital for 2 weeks. The first week he was in N.S at plainview and they were really clueless.... so he got moved to NYU in manhattan. Last year he found a bill that had the date of his surgery and it was 9/11/2000 He was like WOW if it had happened 1 year later he might be dead now also.. He definetly wouldnt have been operated on.

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I think about it pretty often. I was 8-1/2 months pregnant with Joseph. I'll never forget walking 30+ blocks uptown (away from Penn Station which was supposedly a target)- and then another 20 back when the reopened Penn that day. All of the people completely silent & crying. I've never heard silence in the city like that day.

I sat down on against a wall & started crying because I just couldn't walk anymore.I can remember people desperate to help anyone. Pushing my husband out of the way to try to help me, offering me water. By the time I sat on a train, I was wondering what kind of world I was bringing my child into. The next week Joseph was born too early.

My mom was still watching TV with everyone hoping for a miracle that they found someone in the rubble. She was thinking "Please we just need a miracle." And then she found out that Joseph was born and that he was fine - and to this day she still thinks that was our miracle.

Message edited 11/28/2005 10:38:04 PM.