Time can never heal the pain of what was taken from so many on that tragic morning 20yrs ago. I wont even try to tell anyone on here the story of what went on that day. We all have different views, opinions and theories of what really went on on the morning of September 11th 2001, but allow me to tell you where i was and what i was doing when the world changed.
I remember it very clearly.... i was a young whipper snapper back then, still in university, and still believed the world was full of sunshine and rainbows. Even back then i took an interest in world politics, news and current affairs, so i often had sky news playing in the background, while trying to shift a student hangover.
Somewhere between falling asleep on the sofa and eating my body weight in junk food the starting news started to come in live.... "a plane has hit the first tower!"
I couldnt believe what i was seeing, a complete "accident", a very tragic "accident", and then.... the second plane!!!
After the realisation of what my eyes had seen, i reached straight for my phone and phoned my mum. My mum was in work, i still lived at home at this time, i told her she needed to get home and that the world was under attack. Why I thought anyone would want to bomb/attack this backwater country of Wales, but who knew back then.
Mine is just one of millions of stories, and not even a good one at that. But for a middle aged man who has trouble remembering last week to be able to remember very vividly what i was doing on a Tuesday morning 20yrs ago shows how important these few hours were not just to America, but to the whole world.