nmah5694.xml

nmah5694.xml

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2003-09-10

It was a clam day in my small town, like almost any other. i live in a VERY small town, that suppilies Logan airport with many of their workers, and the school day was going on, just like any other clear blue sky days...

but then there was an eiree atmosphere going on. i could sense a troubling air when the principal ran into my class to pull the social studies teacher into the hall. my whole class was shocked, other than the occasional trouble maker, we never see the principal in that much of a hurry.

a moment later, my old teacher came back into the class, there was a sickened look on his face. he told us that something happened around America, and that he isnt allowed to discuss it. so all in the halls kids were talking... and i didnt believe a single story, i even was like, "there was probably a big bombing somewhere". but it couldnt have been that simple. Finally i got to my last period class, and we had this very striaght foward teacher, he didnt teach science too much, but lifeskills.

so he told us a lil more, but didnt include the part on planes or New York.

when i finally got ome i walked into my house, there i walked into the family room and saw my oldest sister, 21 at the time, sitting under a down comforter watching the news. i looked at the TV and there right before my eyes were the replay of one of the towers falling.

my mom and dad are both psycologists, and my mom has worked for united airlines for about five years now. after this day, i didnt see them for 6 days...

i fly frequenly with my family at the airlines. we are DEVOTE united people, and when this happened, i knew my life would never be the same.

Everytime i go to the airport to find my mom, the next months after the attacks, i would see military men at the airport. when i would wait near the back room for her to come out, i would be approached and asked what i was doing.

as of today, i havent seen one of the officers in a while, but that doesnt mean i have frogotten of the event. every time i go to uniteds offices, i see a picture of Jesus Sanchez, my moms collegue, who died on United flight 175.

i look into the photo full of his happy face and i wonder each time i see it, did he know what was going on? i think about all of the people who lost their lives and i feel sick, sick of the whole idea of terrorism.

i now see my parents alot more often, but i am alwayus remembered of the days they spent at the airport, helping the others. i cant believe that it took an event like this to remind me how great my parents are.

we should remember the feelings of unity we had from the aftermaths of this tragady. we should all remember that the world inst soo small especially now in the twenty first century. we MUST all remember that this is commonplace in many places in the world, and that we have only expirenced a taste of the lifestlyes that other third world countries live in.

yes, my family did fly American Flags outside of house after the event. i can barely think of people that didnt...

but the flag does take on special meaning after a catastrophy like this occurs. for me personally, it felt like a chain. one that we all, as Americans wear together. it isnt chains of slavery but one of obligation. Obligation to the country that we all belong to. ALot of us are Americans, whether we choose to accept it or not. Let us have this chain of brotherhood, never be broken...