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2002-09-11

I was in class when the Twin Towers fell, it was a phone from a friend that infromed me of what happened. I am thankful they called because I do not watch television during the day as to not distract me from my work. I remember trying to call home (Bronx, NY) to find about if my father who worked next door to the towers was ok, but the phone lines were all dead and that was scary in it's self. Geneva NY is where my college is located, you could not see the effects of the day unless you turned on the television but the quietness of the town for that day was nerve recking. Finding out my father was home when it happened was a blessing beyond words.
I know everyone is remembering the people from the towers
and I think that is fine, but the people I think of on this day are the hundreds of people who went on the airplanes thinking they were going to return home, thinking it was ok to relax because the airport had checked everyone boarding.
I do not know how that must feel to know that your life was gone and all the hopes of tomorrow would never come, there was no chance of surviving through the flight.
those are the people that I cry for because they are often forgotten by the deaths of those in the towers.
I also remember that the women and childern of the middle east who are not funding terror but praying that they will not be killed by their government for expressing thoughts of freedom or by the West for simply put being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I pray that this day does not fade into history books and lose it's meaning like that of the bombing of Japan.