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2003-01-09

Hi my name is Marjorie Murray, I was at school in Alanson Michigan, taking a social studies test, when suddenly a student ran in the classroom saying that their had been an attack in New York. At first I was thinking an attack big deal! Then after hearing tons of people were injured, and killed, and the trade centers being destroyed, I had then began to get a tear in my eye, knowing that lots of people from lots of heritages had been hurt non the less killed, knowing that I could have had ancestors in the trade centers had terrified me deeply. I don't think that anyone with family or ancestors would be happy that they had been hurt so I did what any normal persons would do, I cried!!! I cried in deep feelings and sorrow for those that had lost their family, those who will never see them, and most of all for those who had dreams of becoming something or someone that the world would terribly need. And which now is over.

I am sure that what has happened on September 11, 2001,
in some eyes, will always be a mystery, of such if possible, though the grief and feelings are hereditarily
To lots in the eyes of this attack, this will always be remembered, much like the revolution, or the Declaration of independence. This is my story.
Marjorie Murray