The National Sept. 11 Memorial in New York. Photo by Ty Rushing.
“Mr. Bodenner, could you send Tyren Rushing to the office with his things? His mother is coming to pick him up.”
When I heard my name over the intercom, I was terrified.
I was barely a month into my freshman year of high school, and I wasn’t a kid who got in trouble, so getting called to the office was one of the worst things that could happen from my point of view.
The fact that my mom was also somehow involved intensified my nerves. When I got to the office, the school secretary, Mrs. Jet, told me that some crazy stuff was happening and that a plane had landed on the roof of the Pentagon or something.
After my mom arrived, she tried to explain the situation to me on the short drive back to our house, but nothing she said made sense. Airplanes flying into buildings? Nothing about that sounded real at the time.
I also was kind of annoyed because she had pulled me out of English class — considering my current vocation, you’d be correct in assuming I really enjoyed that course — and Mr. Bodenner was one of my most charismatic teachers.
He was a Vietnam veteran, originally from Wisconsin, who told us colorful tales of his history in the service and combating winter in the Badger State. Bodenner was also the teacher who taught me the five-paragraph method of writing essays, which became invaluable to me in high school and college.
When we got home, I went to my room and started watching the news. Every channel showed a smoking tower in New York, one that I recognized from countless pop culture references and for its on-and-off again status as one of the country’s tallest structures.
Seeing that on TV let me know my mom wasn’t crazy, and I was watching live when a second airplane crashed into the adjacent tower. Anchors were at a loss for words, and it was scary because it seemed like none of us knew what exactly was happening.
I’m sure by now you’ve guessed that it was Sept. 11, 2001. I’ll always remember exactly where I was on 9/11. That day changed just about everything in our country, and it gave other generations their own “Day of Infamy.”
I was 14 when 9/11 happened, and it still seems like yesterday despite all the changes in the world and my life since.
Another surreal moment for me happened on Sept. 11, 2013, when I still worked in Newton. I did a story on students learning about 9/11 from their history books — all of the kids I interviewed were born after 2002 — it seemed unreal to me that something I lived through was now study material.
A few months after that story, I went to visit my younger sister when she was living in New York. While there, I visited the Sept. 11 Memorial and Museum, which is where the story art for this Take 5 comes from.
Standing in a place I saw decimated on TV from my bedroom in Kansas and where thousands of people died a little more than a decade before felt like an out-of-body experience, but it was also somehow tranquil.
It also reminded me of something one of the kids I talked to in Newton said when I asked her what she learned about 9/11 and how America has changed since.
“It tells about our country, that we are strong and can fight back,” she said.
Editor’s note: This story originally ran on nwestiowa.com.
I too remember where I was when 9/11/2001 happened. I was working a Tuesday-Saturday shift at MCI in Sergeant Bluff, IA. We had just gotten on the phones after our team meeting where we learned we lost one of our teammates on Saturday night in a car accident. We happened to have the Today Show on the monitors in our bay and we saw the towers get hit, the plain hitting the Pentagon (Which I learned later a son of a friend of mine was there (Former Sioux City Councilman and former SD State Senator Brent Hoffman).
Due to our proximity to Sioux Gateway Airport and the 185th Fighter Wing we were ordered to evacuate. I had to bum a ride from a coworker to get to my husband, Tom as we were down to one car.
Team Ford let me know my car was ready. Got 3 blocks away... no it wasn't. As we were attending the funeral for our lost teammate on Wednesday really needed a working car. They arranged me to have a "loaner" off the lot with barely any gas in it.
I remember the LINES of people getting gas. I decided to head toward home and get gas in Lawton. Even they had a bit of a line.
I was grateful that our son was just a little over a year old and not aware of what was going on that day. I don't know how I could explain everything that was happening.
Today I look at our country and I think many of us have forgotten a major thing. We are the UNITED States of America. Let's take a moment today to recommit to being part of the UNITED States of America!!! E pluribus Unum...Out of many ONE!