9/11 and Irma at nautilus teachings

16 years ago today-
• 8:46 am – Mohammed Atta and the other hijackers aboard American Airlines Flight 11 crash the plane into floors 93-99 of the North Tower of the World Trade Center, killing everyone on board and hundreds inside the building.
• 9:03 am – Hijackers crash United Airlines Flight 175 into floors 75-85 of the WTC’s South Tower, killing everyone on board and hundreds inside the building
• 9:37 am – Hijackers aboard Flight 77 crash the plane into the western façade of the Pentagon in Washington, D.C., killing 59 aboard the plane and 125 military and civilian personnel inside the building.
• 9:59 am – The South Tower of the World Trade Center collapses.
• 10:07 am – After passengers and crew members aboard the hijacked Flight 93 contact friends and family and learn about the attacks in New York and Washington, they mount an attempt to retake the plane. In response, hijackers deliberately crash the plane into a field in Somerset County, Pennsylvania, killing all 40 passengers and crew aboard.
• 10:28 am – The World Trade Center’s North Tower collapses, 102 minutes after being struck by Flight 11.
do you remember where you were
on this day?
i do.
i was painting plywood scenes
for a local school in the OBX
watching good morning america
while the men below hammered away
putting an addition on my beautiful home
which graced the shores of
the Albemarle Sound.
i remember gathering with these men
all of us speechless
and sitting in silence
as we watched over and over
the image
of a plane,
hitting NYC’s beloved twin towers…
i remember picking up my kids
from school
closing my bookstore
and sitting for hours
with my kids
holding them tight
wondering what was going on…
i called everyone i knew
and told them i loved them
and as a small beach town community
we came together to mourn…
we prayed in churches
we held hands in silent vigils
and we searched for a meaning
to this attack against our America…

as i write this we are less than 12 hours
from Irma making landfall on
our florida-
the sunshine state…
we are a long narrow state
many people were born and raised here
it’s a state many people retire in
and visit every year…
our sandy beaches
heal their souls
warm their bones
and for some,
entertain the
as they visit all the
attractions in orlando…
key west is a place
anyone fits in
home to the most beautiful shells
i have ever seen
and at the bottom
is gorgeous international insanity…
the highways have been packed
gasoline sold out
water hard to find
we still gather
we still hope
we still pray
God will save us
our island home
and we will all make it through
this storm…

no one wants to leave home
knowing there may be nothing
to come back to.
no one wants to hunker down
run a generator
eat out of cans
flush their toilets with water
from their tub
ration their water intake
or even imagine
starting over…
Irma’s outer bands are now reaching us
tornados are touching down
harming people all over the state
my phone is buzzing with
concerned family
who loves me,
do to the media hype-
brevard is under water…
i take pics and send them
to each person
so they can see
it’s all nerve-wracking
and at times
in a weird way…
i feel safe.
and i have never felt safe
in my life
until recently…
this growing up
not feeling small
has completely changed me
in the best of ways…
but let’s get back to Irma
the woman no one will
EVER name her child after
in the state of florida…
she has been throwing buckets of water
down upon our town
the winds are not to bad
down the street
the young adults are having
a huge hurricane party
doc and i sit on our front porch
with the boys
and watch
the kids
the wind
the rain
and we pray…

it’s now 3 hours later
we sit out back and
watch as the trees bend and sway
the water whips at us
coating us with a wet, silky madness
we hate…
we wonder,
can we or will we
be able to sleep tonight?
the boys are nervous
‘wtf, mom?’
by 11pm our Bali Road
was under water up to my knees
and half way up the drive
the water in the back was rising
an extra large titos later
i sleep soundly
and we wake up to
no water, no power, no phone
tree limbs everywhere
the water in the street is gone
the river did not rise any more
our house and car are safe
we took on no water
the yard looks a mess
like everyone else’s
our son, daughter and grandson
are safe
as is their home
and belongings…
and we can work hard
to get our lives back on track…
sept. 11, 2017
the day IRMA
spanked us…
i am grateful our tiny
beach town survived
another tough blow
we all know it could have been
much worse,
and just like matthew last year
turning at the last moment
before destroying us
this midwestern chick
is on her knees
thanking God
as i do every day
while my cousin
Steve’s words echo
in my head,
“elgin doesn’t look so bad after all, huh?”
or my cousin Sandy’s
“Sher, i’ll take snowstorms over hurricanes
any day…”
then i look at the man i love
begin to cry and say,
“i want to go home…”