Eight years ago today the unspeakable happened. Two aircrafts were intentionally flown into the iconic twin towers of the World Trade Center complex in New York City during a tuesday work morning. Another aircraft skidded across the lawn of the Pentagon building and exploded into the building that was specifically built to protect Americans. Another aircraft, destined for another unknown target, was taken down before it could reach its target because of the beyond valiant efforts of men and women who boarded a plane that morning with intentions of landing safely and uniting with friends or loved ones. The events of that particular day and those that painfully proceeded it remain forever ingrained into the bodies of those old enough to remember the feelings emitted from those days vividly. I was in technology class in seventh grade, in simple dread of the fact that I was in school so terribly early. A classmate of mine came back from the bathroom and revealed to the class that a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center. We all thought he was joking. My girlfriend was in her sixth grade elementary school class. One of her classmate’s fathers worked in the World Trade Center. She remembers assuring her that it probably is not anything serious and that she will see him soon. Who knew that the father would just become a statistic in the rubble and that the little girl would never see him again. It is these horrendous events that paste themselves into your being. The excruciating repetition of the images of the fiery buildings and the indescribable video of the second plane flying like a dying bird into the awaiting structure of Two World Trade Center. Into the desks of one of those who went to work that morning and never had the ability to go home again. One of those whose permanent grave was the site of their work and their place of security. It is a day that even eight years later remains painted clearly in the deepest section of our minds; a memory that is as frighteningly real today as it was when we all first witnessed the first news cycle of the crashing plane and the dreadful reaction from the shocked newscasters; total silence.
So, on this somber day, I thought I would give you the link of a song that echoed throughout Madison Square Garden on October 20th, 2001 to honor those lost during the attacks. Music does have power. It has that strange ability to comfort you with its melody and lyric. It can brighten you up and help you release otherwise held-in emotions. On that night Paul McCartney sang “Let it Be,” he sent a message to all of those who passed away and who continue to mourn their lost loved ones today; “Let it be,” “Let it be.”
Link from McCartney’s performance during the Concert for New York: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JnQN-bLK_ww