Last night I took my dear friend Tonya out for dinner for her birthday (Happy Birthday!!). After dinner at J.P. Fitzpatricks pub, we headed over to the AMC 24 more or less intending to see "World Trade Centre", however we did waiver at one point between that and "John Tucker Must Die". WTC won out because we felt that it was one that needed to be seen on the big screen to do it any kind of justice...
Earlier this week I was kvetching about how much life sucks for me right now, and yeah, it isn't perfect, far from it...but in the grander scheme of things, I really don't have a lot to complain about.
With the 5th (!!!) anniversary of 9/11 approaching in just a couple of weeks, this movie was a powerful, sobering reminder of the cost paid by thousands of innocent people and heroic emergency services people. I was at work that fateful morning, and Dianna and I watched the towers fall live on Citypulse online.
I have never, in my life, experienced what I did last night at the end of that movie.
There were likely 80-100 people in the theater, and when the movie ended, no one moved. No one spoke. You could have heard the proverbial pin drop and it would have echoed. Eventually people began to make their way out of the theater and still the only sound was the soft shuffle of feet on the carpet and the occassional quiet sniffle.
2,749 people perished in the collapse of the Twin Towers.
343 of the victims were firefighters.
Only 20 people were pulled out alive.
343 of the victims were firefighters.
Only 20 people were pulled out alive.
Wow.
I took this photo in August of 1987 while on an exchange trip to the States with a Kodak Diskman camera.
As a 13 year old girl from small-town Ontario, I was awed by the sheer overwhelming size of the twin towers, never comprehending the mind-boggling number of people they contained on any given day.
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