story1627.xml

story1627.xml

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2002-08-31

I am nobody, but I am also "everyone". Everyone who was shocked and saddened by what happened. I watched the news every waking minute of every day for more than a month after September 11th.

I cried with everyone, I cried alone, I cried with every story of a lost loved one, a missing father, husband, child, sister, brother. I have cried for the last year.

I have not tried to analyze the reason I cry, I'm sure it's depression, and a deep, intense sense of hurt. I hurt that there can be people who hate us so much, that they would do something so unimaginably cruel to so many people.

When my friend called to tell me that a plane had hit the World Trade Center, we were discussing what could have cause the "accident". We were still talking when the second plane hit, then we knew.

We are so much like small children in this country, we don't really understand how much hatred and envy there is toward us.

We open our arms to everyone, we try to accept everyone. We have our faults, but as a country, we never set out to harm.

How has my life changed? I still live the same life, but now I carry a sense of grief that I feel will never leave me. I am often happy, but I am always sad.