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2002-09-12

I went to Jazzercise like I did every Tuesday. We were exercising and talking about our weekend and the kids back at school. Then the news hit. People just started coming in from the street to tell us what was happening. One girl stayed on the phone the whole time and told us about the Pentagon being hit. Someone else told us about the first tower collapsing. We all continued to exercise, but in a zombie-like state. We didn't know what else to do. I felt so much comraderie that day, but also so alone. For around six months I went on with life in a depressed state of mind. Now that the anniversary approached I have the same feelings all over again. I feel guilty laughing, but I am too busy crying. I loved the feeling of gentle peacefulness that I felt from everyone right after the attacks. We should always be like that, and not wait until a tragedy to realize that we are all Americans, no matter what our outside looks like, our inside is the same