World Trade Center Site aka: Ground Zero

unfortunetly my visit to the World Trade Center was too late. The towers had already fallen and while I’ve been to NY many times since I never did get to see them in all their glory. Such a shame. The park they are putting in will be nice I’m sure but not as powerful as those goliaths when standing.

I went to the hole as it was still being called back in 2002. It was very erie, my anxiety level skyrocketed as we got closer and I flet like I could feel the painc of all the people that tried to flee the area on 9/11.

It’s a very humbling place, it puts life in perspective and makes you realize just how fragile life is.

Worth visiting for its significant place in history and for the nearby Century 21, Manhattan’s bargain mecca. You could appreciate the sheer enormity of the towers by the size of the land where they used to stand, though.

From the Empire State Building in 1995 or 96.

I went again on Sunday and for the first time it really hit me, I remembered being on the observation deck, above all of New York years ago. I looked to the place where I stood and it was gone. It was like the feeling you get when you go back to your old neighborhood and something from your past is different or missing.

When I visited the missing flyers were still (sept. 02) up which gave a more personal feel to the experience. The steel cross gave me goosebumps. A sobering experience. I have since been back there once more to view the progress. Still cannot believe that happened.

Not knowing anyone who died in the WTC, it was still emotional to read the names, but aside from that, there is little to see here except a large hole surrounded by gates where they are pretending to start construction. It’s disappointing to see the vendors selling photographs and other souveniers, making a quick dollar off so many deaths, but I suppose that’s America.

I suppose it might have been interesting to go a few years ago, but today it looks just like any other construction site in the US.

I felt like I was walking on sacred ground. It felt like there were so many souls who needed my prayers. It was amazing to look around and see how many other people were there with the same look on their face as mine. I could smell smoke, but it couldn’t be from 5 1/2 years ago, could it? Down in the pit at the construction site there was a US flag attached to some wood studs nailed together for a pole. That said so much about the whole thing!