Remembering 9/11

Has ten years really gone by this fast? Where did the time go? I remember 9/11 as if it were yesterday. I'd like to remember that day by telling you what I went through. First off, I was 14 years old, a freshman, just starting a new adventure by starting high school. It was that Tuesday that I remember having an unannounced fire drill in my first block class, Ms. Stone's Geometry class, and then shortly thereafter being dismissed to my second block class, World History I with Mrs. Holland.

Mrs. Holland always greeted us at the door, that was nothing new. However, on this day, her eyes were filled with tears which brimmed over onto her cheek and as I went to ask if she was alright, I couldn't help but be distracted by the shrieking voices that poured out from the TV in our room. I took my seat and sat stunned at what I saw: a skyscraper on fire where a huge blacked hole was nearer the top of the building.

That was the day I learned what the World Trade Centers were.

And so I sat, and like others in my class, very much in awe of what was happening. Almost immediately came in other reports that a plane crashed into the Pentagon, a mere 287 miles away, and then another plane crashed in Shanksville, PA. I believe the thought that came into many other people's minds were, "What in the world is going on?!?!?" I dared not think we were under attack. Surely a country that is prominent in world affairs, and there to give aide as it could, was not under attack?!

The rest of my day continued with the swapping classes at the sound of the bell and watching the news during every possible second. Marching band practice was canceled after school; Mr. Harris told us to go home and be with our families, that's what really mattered. I went home that evening still in shock; and then the rush of emotions I felt, but did not exhibit, finally came out. At home, surrounded by family, I wept. I sobbed and sobbed for the people who's lives were now changed; those children who wouldn't have parents to come home to and vice versa, those who lost brothers, sisters, friends, husbands, wives, and mine.

 9/11 marks a day in which my innocence was stolen. I no longer took life for granted and thought solely of myself, but of others. I wanted to give blood and help out, but all I could do was pray, and pray a lot. In fact, it was that November I gave my life to God, and I know 9/11 was a big factor in changing how I was self-centered and turned into someone who wanted to give and help others.

So as today marks the tenth anniversary, I am proud to say that I am an American. I am proud that the forces of Islamic terrorists did not overcome us, but brought us together. Let the colors of our flag run true, as they continue to symbolize unity, equality, and freedom. Let us never forget, but always remember. And let us continue to honor those who selflessly gave their lives to save another, those who were caught up their usual day to day business who were killed, and those whose suffering continues with the loss of a loved one.

In all of this, God is still good, God still reigns, He is still supreme, and it's in Him we still trust. Remember 9/11.