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story11647.xml

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2005-07-29

It was 11 days before my 20th birthday, I was in the shower, getting ready for school, when my mom came banging on the door. She was yelling, "the world trade center was hit by a plane!" I got out of the shower and asked her what was going on. She pointed at the t.v. and said "look". I watched and at that time only the 1st tower had been hit. We thought surely it was a tragic mistake, but as we watched the 2nd one hit right before our eyes, we knew it was not mistake. I didn't really want to go to school. I wanted to stay at home and watch the events unfold. I went anyway and there weren't that many people there. (I was in community college at the time.) We watched t.v. in class and listened to the radio, we knew that history was in the making. We watched as they showed the Pentagon and the plane that crashed in the field. I will never forget how I felt when we saw that people were having to make the ultimate decision of burning to death or jumping. I was angry, scared, and so sad for all those families that were now missing a piece of their lives, their hearts, their souls. But immediately I knew that it was time for war. I knew that, as a country, we could not let these terrorists come in and invade our home. So many prayers were running through my mind. Prayers for the victims in the buildings and those in the planes that went down, the families, the President, all those in Washington that would have to make hard decisions, the soldiers that knew what was gonna happen shortly. So much to say and no words in which to express it. I continue to pray today and will always.