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2002-09-12

The first thing i hear in the morning is my brother waking me up, telling me that someone crashed into the world trade center. In my waking haze i had thought i had misheard him. To my horror, i found out the truth as i turned on my Television. Not one plane, but two. Only minutes later my mother, brother and myself witnessed the collapse of the North Tower, followed shortly by the collapse of the South Tower. I can remember every thought that went through my head, and the eerie silence i found throughout the house and the entire neighborhood as i stepped outside to have a glance at the skies. Every thought i had was grief, rage, and helplessness as i have never felt before. Here i stood doing nothing more than passively watching the tragedy unfold on TV. I felt the urge to do more but not one thought came to mind. I have never fully trusted many charities for obvious reasons made public by the Red Cross' abuse of funds and blood. The only thing i could do was offer up one brief silent prayer. And believe me, that is saying something. I'm not relegious by nature, but on that day, i don't think there were any Atheist. Everyone belived that there was someone out there taching them. and now, one year later, i send up another prayer to the souls who made the ultimate sacrifice to awaken us from our passive state of sppon fed media induced hypnosis and back into reality. To all those who died, and to all those who have suffered, God bless you all, and Godspeed.