I was channel surfing last night in hopes of drowning my woes when I caught Zero Hour on Discovery. The final hour of AA Flight 11 was featured. The last events before the plane struck the North Tower of the World Trade Center were theoretically staged based on the flight attendant's conversation with the manager (?) for flight attendants on the ground.

Incredibly, the flight attendants managed to keep the passengers calm so it's sort of a relief to think that those people left this world in good spirits. Indeed, the flight attendants deserve heroic recognition for doing what they did.

By the end of the show, I was sobbing uncontrollably. I sobbed because I was terrified. I sobbed because I felt guilty. I sobbed because I have a bottle of vodka but I can't drink it by myself. I sobbed.

That moment when the 9/11 attacks happened, I was out partying. The next morning when I received a text message asking me to pray for the people in NY, I laughed it off. Selfish me thought I had too much to pray for to even bother to pray for those successful pricks in my dream city. That night, Bes and I were aghast as we were enlightened by what we saw on the front page of that day's newspaper. A picture of an airplane striking WTC was on it. Such a disaster.

Four years later, hear another tower crash. Innumerable Flight 11s struck. Will this tower be rebuilt? Or will it be remembered only as Ground Zero? Will it even be remembered?

I have been too keen on having faith on people that I have none left on myself.

Rebirth by Film [Will it work?]



Movie buddy, anyone?

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*.* as if! @ 11:37:00 AM • • RBJ