9-11

I still cannot believe it happened even though it has been ten years. I, like most Americans, remember exactly what I was doing when the attacks happened.

My grandfather had passed away two days prior. He was my first close family member to pass away so it was already a somber time.

I was a senior in high school. It occurred during first period where I was an office aid. The tv was on and we all were watching the news as they showed footage after the first plane had hit. I remember thinking that it looked like a small plane and was not too concerned with the situation. I went down the hall to deliver a message and when I returned to the office the secretaries and principals stood around the tv horrified. "A second plane just hit the other tower!" cried one of ladies. I couldn't begin to comprehend what was taking place but I knew it was no coincidence. I remember calling my mom for comfort but she was just as scared and confused as me.

My second period class was choir. I shared it with my best friend Courtney and we both sat and watched the tv, holding hands as the towers fell. Reports rolled in about an explosion at the Pentagon and planes missing, possibly hijacked. Still unable to wrap my head around it all, I literally thought it was the end of the world.

At lunch I went home where I called my mom again. I remember she told me to go fill up on gas which I thought was alarming. "Mom, is everything going to be ok?" I asked. "I don't know," is all she could get out.

Time does heal but it is hard to fully get over what occurred to our country that sunny September morning.

May we, as a nation, never forget that fateful day and all those who were lost.

God bless America.

I found this picture of me in NYC when I was little and thought it was eerily appropriate for this post.