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2002-09-12

I was junior in high school in class when the first bits of news that a plane had flown into the world trade center. I had heard it from a teacher who had read it from a posted email on the network from school. At first I just thought to myself of a small single engine aircraft had crash by accident. About an hour later I had been told that a large commercial airliner had flown into the WTC. This is when the Television set was brought out and the entire class watched as one of the buildings burned. While changing classes another plane had flown into the other building. I was shocked by the images. The news station had repeated shots of camera footage of a plane going into the building. The image I usually bring up is that the plane had flown into the building before it blew up in a ball of flames. When I got home did I learn that the towers had collapsed. It wasn't till the next day dad I hear the estimated dead. How many of them were rescuers than just workers. I also learned that a plane had hit the Pentagon, and another crashed somewhere else. Sept. 11 is a day Ill never forget.

-Life has changed since 9-11-02 I mean if I had not changed the surroundings had certainly changed. Everything had become uptight and secure, or at least people tried to make it that way. People were insecure all around me. It is ironic because when the people are buzzing around trying to tighten the loose ends was when they really knew how insecure they were and they felt it. My life did change however; it led me to believe that I wasn't as safe as I thought I was. I mean the nation was hit straight into the heart. Its one thing for a skirmish to happen across seas, but its another to fell the causalities and be touched by the flames itself here at home. We were hit off guard, no one was ever ready. Sure many of us could see a hijacking of a plane, or a car bomb. But who could of thought of a own planes flying into commercial buildings. My life has changed to that of which I have open my eyes to life not being so secure and safe as I once thought; all round me there is something that is sitting, waiting for another right moment to strike. Knowing that it will happen again some day later in my life and not know when or how is disturbing.

What should be remembered was a nation united. Everyone, everyone was patriotic the day after. The people who lost their lives while working both the WTC workers and the rescuers should be remembered and honored for their bravery. Those in the planes should be remembered as well because they did not know what was going on, they thought it was a hijacking, not a kamikaze mission. The entire day and the way it made us feel should be remember so that another day won't pass us by that we will ever forget how vulnerable we really are.