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2006-09-12

I was in the 6th grade at Rowan Middle School. I was in Science class and all that I remember was that my teacher, Mrs.Thomas came running into the classroom crying. She then turned on the television. I saw two planes hit the the two towers. Tears began to run down my face as I thought about all of those human lives in the building. I saw people jumping to their deaths from top floors and others running back in the building to help. Yet, what stood out to me the most was that when the ash was settling on people, everyone looked the same. There were no African-Americans, Latinos, Caucasians, Native Americans, ect... instead, there was unison. People lending a helping hand, not just the firemen,policemen, or doctors, but everyday human beings. I thought about the children and parents that were left behind by the vitims of the attacks on the U.S. The terrorists may have thought they succeed in their mission, but what they didn't count on was the uniting of the people that live in the United States of America...
We must not let this die or those countless people and heroes died for nothing