Friday, September 11, 2009

Tuesday, September 11, 2001

I was fourteen.

I was at Cypress Creek.

I was in Freshman orientation.

We had a substitute that day.

It was a bright day in New York that morning.

No clouds in the sky.

Until the buildings crashed to the ground.


I will never forget that day. I remember someone saying that we needed to turn on the tv because a plane had just crashed into the Twin Towers. I remember feeling like someone was playing a joke because that was not possible. Then we turned on the tv and saw that it was no joke.

We got no work done that day, and all I remember is sitting around, feeling anxious and scared as person after person after person got called out of school over the intercom.

It's been eight years since that day. Eight years that have quite frankly flown by for me, but I'm sure those years haven't flown by for the people who suffered loss that day. Every day they have to live with the present absence of those people who are no longer available for breakfast, lunch, or dinner.

It was, for me, one of the first opportunities to realize just how fragile and quick life can be.

May we never forget these tragedies, but may we also learn in our commemoration, how to assure that such atrocities will never be committed again.


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