Sometimes events in life are so intensely dramatic they stick in our memories like the knowledge that death is inevitable. Kennedy’s assassination, the 1967 Six Day War, the day my mother died, the births of my children. And the day the WTC towers were hit.
I was at the Hyatt Coolum resort attending the annual strategy conference for my company. We’d had a very successful day team building and planning our goals for the next year, like good conferences should. We were relaxing, playing pool and drinking beer and coffee. Not rowdy, but convivial.
I’d just finished a game with three of the guys and grabbed the TV remote to channel flick. Stopped on CNN which was showing the North Tower on fire. The time was about 10:55pm. In New York it was 8:55am. A presenter was commenting about the World Trade Centre being on fire, but there wasn’t much information at that stage. It seemed from what the presenters said that it was an accident. A few minutes later the second plane hit.
At that point, it seemed to me like the world had become a different place. It was a feeling of impending doom, without any real understanding about what fate would deliver.
I can’t begin to imagine what the people directly involved and people in the US would have felt on that day. Like many others I can only salute the heroism of those on 9/11 and those who continue to try and bring this awful chapter of humanity to an end.