What is odd to me, more so then the parents not speaking out, is that they went to the gym for a work-out!
It appears that they were at the gym on Wednesday, June 9, 2010, based on when the article was written and corresponds with the video.
http://www.katu.com/news/local/96033344.html?
I guess I don't fault either Terri or Kaine for this or even find it strange.
On Sept 11, 2001...my daughter started a new job in NYC. I knew a lot about this job's 401K, my daughter's work hours, vacation time. But I did not know the address.
I was talking to a friend on the phone when I got the Caller ID buzz. Switching over I heard another friend say..."My God, they are attacking New York City."
I hung up on both of them. Tried to call my daughter's cell, but that was impossible at that point in time. For the life of me, I could not remember the Employers name, nor could my husband. I could not find that address.
I watched the TV until the first tower collapsed. I don't have the words for the state I was in...or the absolute blank my mind was. Nothing that could help me find my daughter would come to me...only thoughts of horror.
So...I cleaned my closet.
I hauled everything out...then back in again. The physicality of it somehow helped me...burned off a tiny iota of anxiety. I cleaned and cleaned and cleaned.
Let me say, I am no neat freak.
What loving mother cleans closets while the TV is showing real people jumping to their deaths from skyscrapers and she does not know where in that horror is her child?
Me.
I was lucky. By noon, she had found a way to call. She was safe. By the grace of God she remained safe...through Anthrax attacks, and all the fear of subway and tunnel attacks speculated upon in the months that followed. Alone, in my home, my frenetic cleaning continued.
I can relate to Terri and Kaine's visit to the gym. I can understand the desperate need for physical movement and just the off chance of a moment or two... for your terrified mind to find distraction.