Twin Towers memories

This date will always remain as the biggest blemish in American history. As I remember watching those Twin Towers implode and being reduced to dust, I recall the few times I visited them. On one occasion I was with my parents who happened to be visiting me in 1982, and we were on top of the world, overlooking the rest of Manhattan, with most of the New York skyscrapers beneath us. These two photos were taken on happier days, 19 years before they were attacked by terrorists. On September 11, 2001, believe it or not, I actually heard about this tragedy from my mother. Since it was before 9 AM that the first plane hit the first tower, I was saying the 9 AM Mass, and then stopped by our Nursery school to check on our children. 

Then heading to my room, I noticed a flashing red light on my phone, which meant I had some missed calls. As I was picking up the phone, it rang again, and I heard the frantic, hysterical voice of my mother asking me where was I, as she’s been calling for the past 30 minutes. Oblivious of what had just happened, I calmly told her that I was saying Mass, whereupon she told me what they were watching on TV in Malta, now past 3:30 PM, Malta time, 6 hours ahead of New York. Then turning the TV on, I watched in horror the rest of the story. After seeing both Towers collapsing, I had to continue my work, having a few parishioners waiting for me to give them communion at home. Then I spent the rest of the day consoling people, and visiting the Klein family who had lost a son, Peter, one of the 3000 victims. Let us continue to remember the New York martyrs and those who died on the planes and at the Pentagon.