Three Weeks After: My Trip to New York City

My trip to New York City was a gift from my husband. I always wanted to visit New York. My husband, not so much, so he had a brilliant idea to call his sister, who goes to NYC every year with her daughter and her best friend, to ask her if I could go with them. The answer was yes!

Soon after, September 11, 2001 happened and the whole world changed. I didn’t know if I wanted to go. I was scared. Sad. Disappointed. I was confused about how I’d handle what I was about to see. It would be nothing like what New York is supposed to be.

The red-eye flight arrived in NYC mid-morning. From that point forward, time stood still.

My first mind-numbing vision was that of steel bones poking through barren ground and the steamy rubble of destruction piled up and around it like a hideous crutch.

I saw the pain in the eyes of the people I spoke with in New York City, but mostly, I saw warm and generous hearts that bled for loved ones, friends, and unfamiliars/strangers.

I’m not talking cliché when I say that we, the tourists in New York City, three weeks after 9/11, were welcomed with open arms. Not only that, gracious and grateful words were on every tongue.

I bought an “I New York” t-shirt in the Theater District, two sketch prints from a street vendor in Central Park, and a picture frame from a gift shop in Rockefeller Center. Those things are meaningless to me now.

What I remember and cherish about my one-and-only trip to New York City is the brute force will to survive that New Yorkers are known for.  The spirit of New York is what I took home as my keepsake.

You have to rise to fall. New York City fell to rise. And rise she did.

 

Downtown New York I
View from the balcony of an apartment three blocks from Ground Zero.
Downtown New York 7
View from the balcony of an apartment three blocks from Ground Zero.
Sandy and Barry the Camera Guy New York
Barry the Camera Guy and me at the Today’s Show.
sandy and sandy New York City 1
Me with a woman I met at Dean & DeLuca in Rockefeller Center. Her name is Sandy and my name is Sandy! ♥
Downtown New York 2
Memorial at one of the fire stations in Manhattan.
Downtown New York 8
Memorial at one of the fire stations in Manhattan.
Hugs from the Heart,
sandra

2 thoughts on “Three Weeks After: My Trip to New York City

  1. I’ll bet Steve was jealous of you with that Barry guy…he he

    Let’s hope that the same spirit New Yorkers showed will find its way to everyone across the South as we remember 9/11 and at the same time suffer more destruction and lives needing to be rebuilt.

    Many thoughts, prayers and all the support we can offer to the present disaster survivors. (it will Never be over for 9/11 families and friends).

    As always, thank you for sharing your special life stories.

    Your friend,
    Anne Marie in LV

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