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Where were you when?

Posted: August 2nd, 2007 | Author: | Filed under: Living in the City | 2 Comments »

There haven’t been many times I have been called and told to turn on the news- even though I am a news junky.

The Monica Lewinsky thing- I was standing in front of my dresser in my dorm room (Stone House!) I shared with Mary Barton Sophomore year at MU- Carrie called, we thought it was all a conspiracy- Clinton haters!

9/11- I was just getting up to get ready for work- I remember standing between my bed and the window and picking up the phone, racing to the front room just in time to see the 2nd plane hit. The towers started to fall as I drove to work. Again, Carrie.

It was a normal night- I had slithered my way out of going to the gym- “lady problems” I know, it’s out of character but I didn’t want to go and how often do I get to use THAT excuse?

Anyways, I was flipping through the DVR, checking out videos on Fuse. The light started to flicker on and off. It was kind of unsettling, I though we might be having a summer power outage like we did last year. I started to reminisce about the night the whole neighborhood came outside to hang out when the power went out for a few hours. It was nice, friendly neighbors. People walking dogs, just hanging.

The phone rang. It was the gym. I started to panic a little- why was the gym calling? Did my husband break his neck benching? That wouldn’t be good.

“Turn on the news!”

What? Why?

“Turn on the news! A bridge collapsed, over the river. In MINNEAPOLIS!”

Now, when I turned on the news, we were still looking at traffic flow maps, no photos, no video. I was having a hard time figuring out where this bridge was, then we got some images.

My heart just sank. It’s kind of hard to describe this oddly quiet scene. People sitting on planes of broken bridge with cars tossed and hanging every which way. Surreal. You expect panic and screaming and chaos, but it looked calm and quiet and out of place.

I started to hear sirens race down University and I started eating my way through the lemon bars I made that afternoon, pacing about waiting for my husband to get home. I wanted to walk to the river. Only to Boom Island, but to the river nonetheless. I needed to be near it.

16 blocks and I feel like I’m a world away. I called my Mom and sisters. My Mom got stuck at Abbott- Orange alert. My sisters were fine.

Today at work I found out a coworker lost her brother on the bridge. Another coworker has a neighbor whose husband is still missing. Prayers and thoughts of strength go to them.

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2 Comments on “Where were you when?”

  1. 1 Korey said at 1:58 am on August 3rd, 2007:

    Whew. Glad to hear that you are ok. My heart and prayers go out to the families affected by this tragedy. Take care and keep on blogging.

  2. 2 Kathy said at 10:02 am on August 3rd, 2007:

    It feels weird, doesn't it? Like we need to pay more attention to our surroundings. Like that would have made any difference for those poor people on the bridge! I'm glad you're okay.

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