This ordeal shaped everyone's life this past decade, some more than others. Some people had to adjust losing a loved one, others plagued with multiple health problems, and nearly everyone has dealt with some sort of issue, either major or minor, from that point on. I don't think I've met anyone who hasn't been affected one way or another by this tragic event.
For myself, the only thing that has directly affected me is the change in travel, and images like this burned in my memory. I remember the previous day, September 10th, which was a good day for me. I was in Indianapolis for the first annual Shift Managers Annual Meeting. I had won fifty bucks for naming off the company's core values, and got paid for an eight hour shift without actually working. That night was pretty uneventful, and I remember checking on Billy before going to bed.
The next morning, I awoke to the phone ringing. I wasn't due to work until 4pm that evening, and after the long previous day, I was a annoyed that I was woken up early. Upon answering the phone, my mother quickly informed me to turn on the TV. I watched in shock about what appeared on the screen.
"It's the end of the world!" My mother exclaimed.
Like every other person in the country (I imagine) I was glued to the TV, numb to the horror appearing on the screen. I was unsure of the future, and in fear that one of my worst fears might come true.
I don't remember much more than that, oh, except for everyone rushing to get gas as fast as they could that evening. There was a rumor that gas was going to go up to $5.00 per gallon. For some reason, I didn't believe that would happen, and the next morning driving through town proved that fact. Granted, gas prices did steadily rise over the years, but it wasn't that quickly. Checking the prices in the area I used to live, they're not even close to being at 5 bucks.
I don't think this memory will be gone anytime soon for anyone.