September 11, 2001 changed America. At least for me, I felt that it had. Nothing felt quite the same afterwards. I can still remember it all quite clearly even though it’s been almost sixteen years.
Every time I hear a plane fly overhead. Or, enter a high-rise building. Or, see a fireman walking past me on the street. Certain images and sounds would transport me back to that fateful day.
In fact, I haven’t stepped foot on an airplane since July 2001.
As the events of 9/11 continues to haunt me, I decided to write a micro-story and then turn it into a microfilm, The Bench. In a way, I did this to try and purge some of the feelings of intense sadness and of the anger over what we all had lost that day. I wrote this from a fireman’s perspective drawing upon a specific story I saw on one of the many 9/11 documentaries.
I then realized I could not remember the name of this fireman.
For the next two days, I hunted online for his name as it’d been several years since I last saw his story.
Finally, I found it in this article: Husband and Wife Survive World Trade Center On 9/11
Someone also took the iconic picture of him sitting on the bench when he couldn’t find his wife anywhere—
Although his story had a happier ending, I wrote my story with the thought of so many others who’d lost their loved ones. And even worst, never to have their remains found.
So, let us never forget the sacrifices of all those who died on that day, and continue their legacies into our future generations.