Remembering September 11, 2001

For every American I can bet that you remember where you were and what you were doing on this day seven years ago. For me it would be an event and a time that I will never forget, nor will ever let anyone forget. On this day I always like to have a conversation with people about where they were or what they were doing. There are hundred of stories that all have the same result. That result was the feeling when looking up at the TV or being their yourself, when you saw two giant towers brought down, the Pentagon hit, and a plane crash in PA. I will tell you my story and I hope that you tell people your story too, because this is a day in which history and all those who lived it will never let go. It was a typical sunny Tuesday morning, and the start of the first full week of school my sophomore year of High School. It was second period, and my friend Mike and I had lunch that period, which we would walk around right before the bell would ring for third period. When we then saw a teacher running down the hall upset, and soon saw people watching the TV. It was then I saw what was first called and accident for myself. A plane had hit one of the Twin Towers. Then right before ours eyes, live on television, we saw the second plane hit the towers. Shock, tingly feeling ran through my body, and complete puzzlement. When reports came in saying that the Pentagon was hit it was soon after that we saw Accident turned to Attack. Our principal Sam Karlin announced that everyone was to, “stay where you are, by orders from the White House, the United States is under attack.” That is a quote that I will never forget, and gives me tears in my eyes thinking about it, and goose pumps up and down my arm. We were all human that day, no one was better, no one was safe, and the entire country was equal. Every plan in the sky and every sound everyone heard everyone would look and wonder if that was another attack. I remember standing in my 3rd period Spanish class, and just watching. Time had stood still, and the world seemed to have just stopped. Hearing of the stories of heroism helps us get through times like this, and reminds us that the greater good will always prevail over the evilest of situations. “What ever you believe in, or pray to, please do, planes are falling from the heavens, heroes are changing to angels, and everyone is dialing 911.” I will always say an extra prayer on this day for all those people who bravely gave their lives for us, and it is a day that never slips my mind. So while you read this blog or think about this day remember where you were and the feelings you had, because that my friends is a feeling and memory that will never die. 9-11 Always Remembered but not repeated, Thank You Mr. Bush.