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Guided by prompts from WDC blogging challenges... and of course, life
HI! I'm Jenn - and I'm all over the place (well, at least my mind is). In this blog, I have attempted to gather my thoughts on things prompted/inspired by WDC blogging challenges from "Journalistic Intentions, "The Soundtrack of Your Life, "Blogging Circle of Friends , "30-Day Blogging Challenge ON HIATUS and, well, LIFE.
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September 11, 2021 at 4:46am
September 11, 2021 at 4:46am
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PROMPT September 11th
What were you doing 20 years ago today? Of the events that transpired, what memory stays with you, almost haunts you?

         Twenty years ago, 9/11/2001, a day that will live in infamy for the US and many other countries of the world. I was working at the pawn shop that my husband and I ran. Our three month old daughter was in her bouncy chair behind the counter. Work being a pawn shop, we had plenty of TVs and about five of them were plugged in and turned on. Every channel cut from normal programming with urgent news at about the same time. They show the first plane crashing into the tower. Chaos is seen over the airwaves. At first, it was just a strange happening. Then the second tower was hit by another plane. My husband calls and asks if I was watching, wild with worry and bewilderment. The baby started crying, maybe she sensed my unease. We thought the world might be coming to an end - and in a way it was. I contacted the owner of the pawn shop and was given the okay to close the shop for the day, so I locked the doors, wrote a note and taped it to the door while I waited for my husband to come and get the two of us. Before he could get there, I had a handful of people rattle the doors wanting to buy guns. I had to tell them through locked door that we were not going to open for the day due to what had just happened. I was frightened, we all were. I remember seeing the fear and confusion of all those people in New York as they ran screaming away from the towers as the explosions began and they started to collapse. We went home, turned on the television, and watched the chaos unfold before our eyes as we hid from the world, an entire country away from ground zero. And I prayed. There was nothing else I could do.


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