Molloy Remembers 9/11

Schedule for the Day – Open to the Public
September 11, 2012

12:15 p.m.                           Mass for Peace – Sacred Heart Chapel
3:15 p.m.                             WTC Steel Dedication – in the Public Square
3:30 p.m.                            September Concert – in the Public Square

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Contact Evelyn Selesky, 516.678.5000 ext. 6367 eselesky@molloy.edu
or Diane Capuano, 516.678.5000 ext. 6935 dcapuano@molloy.edu
For more information contact Cathy Muscente, 516.678.5000 ext. 6218 or cmuscente@molloy.edu

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3 Responses to Molloy Remembers 9/11

  1. LARRY SCHLOSSBERG says:

    I do not think anybody will forget that day, that time and the time after. I remember being at Mercy Medical Center. Everyone was in shock. It was like time stood still. I remember “What can we do? What should we do?” I remember setting up a triage center but nobody came there. That’s when the reality hit. Nobody came.

    I went home in shock and disbelief. I saw the towers burning in the distance from the Long Beach Bridge. I am also a volunteer firefighter and wanted to, needed to go there, be there. 343 brother fire, police, and first responders were missing. Over 2000 people in both towers were missing. I wanted to go. But then my daughter with tears running down her face begged me not to go. The fear in her face that I too would not return broke my heart. For her I am her hero, but I am a father too and did not want her to “hurt” anymore.

    So, farewell to the brave “343″, good bye to the thousands of others who died that day not only in the Towers but also at the Pentagon and Pennsylvania. Never to be forgotten.

  2. Linda Doherty says:

    On the morning of September 11, 2001, my husband and I were driving west on the Belt Parkway heading to York College of Pennsylvania to see our daughter. She had injured her hand the night before, and we wanted to see her.

    My husband commented on the unusual, massive clouds of black smoke billowing in the sky. I turned to look over my shoulder and told him there was a tall building on fire. “That’s the World Trade Center!” he gasped, turning on the radio. Newscasters were reporting that a plane had accidently hit the World Trade Center. Shortly thereafter they began debating a report that the second tower had been hit. When it was confirmed to be true, it was obvious this was no accident.

    Once on the Verrazano Bridge, we called our daughter. As we were speaking, the newscaster announced that a third plane had hit the Pentagon; and then we were disconnected.

    At the outerbridge crossing, all traffic was stopped, and no one was allowed over the bridge. We got off at the exit and eventually ended up at a school where we sat on the steps with others listening to a radio. We listened, as the screams over the airways reported each tower collapsing. We listened, as a fourth plane crashed in Pennsylvania. We listened. It was quiet. There was still no cell phone availability.

    I remember walking numbly to our car, bidding goodbye to strangers to whom we somehow felt connected, and saying “God Bless America.” It seemed like the only thing to say.

  3. Diane Fornieri says:

    Please click on the link below for Terri Tobin’s interview with the Chronicle of Higher Ed, entitled “Altered Paths”

    http://chronicle.com/article/Altered-Paths/128880/

    Thank you, Terri, for your courage and for sharing this with us.