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nmah136.xml

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2002-08-14

On that fateful day, I woke up, got dressed for school, and left. There was nothing special, it was a typical Tuesday. When I got to school and tried to last through two periods of Chemistry, cause it was an "A" day. When I went to English, this kid Carl kept getting up, in tears, he was being consouled by all the teachers, and no one knew why. Then we heard, we learned that at 8:48 am, while I was learning about the chemical composition of something, America was under attack. When I went to Choraliers, that's 4th and 5th periods, The Vredenburgs walked in crying, the told us, that the world trade centers twin towers were gone...gone. And that the Pentagon was hit too. We sat in disbelief, how could two of the largest buildings in the state, just, be gone. When we went to lunch a few of my friends and i went to the history wing, we watched for the first time, the towers falling, shattering like glass on a cold day. It was bone-chilling experience. Then we went to spanish, the teacher read an announcement trying to hold back what everyone that day was feeling, a feeling of insecurity. For the rest of the day, we watched over and over the towers coming down, the Pentagon in flame, it seemed for many weeks that the world was coming apart at the seams. When I got home I watched again, and again, the towers coming down, I felt like MSNBC was the only station that worked, it was a feeling of wanting to know any new information if it was there. It was wanting to know, why. What did we do, what did we say, that would make a nation hate us, the I realized its not a nation, its a rebel group of people, and its not just us they hate, the don't like anyone. For 2 weeks straight, I had the same schedule, come home, and watch the news.

Yes. I take nothing for granted anymore, life is sacred.

Remember the people, remember the emotion, most of all, remember the day, what you were doing when it happened, remember how you felt, and how it was to see the horrible images from NYC. Stir that emotion occasionally, if you don't then you will forget what it was like, and all the american pride you felt, was just because everyone else was feeling it too.

Yeah, it was in a way all some of us could do, it wasnt helping in the phyical sense. But you know all those volenteers at Ground Zero saw a nation come together, and they were encouraged to work harder.