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2003-09-09

I woke up on Sept 11, turning 20 years old. I woke up hearing Happy Birthday, and having my television turned on to see the horror that was happening that day. I remember feeling like it was happening in my home town...that I was there, but I was miles away. I realized I felt that way because it was my home, because it is my country. I was filled with so many emotion and couldn't believe that this was happening. I remeber driving to school, it had this uneasy silence in the streets that I was driving. Coming home I heard the emergency sirens being tested. I was nieve thinking I would never hear that sound or feel as worried or scared as I was that day.


Now, everytime someone hears when my birthday is they say "I'm so sorry." or "That must really suck." or give me this sad look. But, I don't feel that way at all. My birthday reminds me of what happend that day. That when someone came to our country and tried to break us down, our country came together to help each other. I feel lucky and happy that I am alive, unlike so many people that day. I am not the one to say sorry too. Those who have lost someone in their family because of that day, for people who knows someone fighting for the cause and to those themselves,and to those children who will never know their mother or father...they are the ones that deserves those words more than me.

I can never forget like the rest of the country what happend that day...