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2002-09-11

Like every morning during the fall in high school, my band had been marching. As I can inside about 8:45 or 9:00, I saw other members of the band gathered around the T.V. in the band hall. No one knew what was going on. There was so much confusion. All I heard was that the White House was being evacuated, and I wondered why. I called my mom at home, but she had just heard and didn't really know what was going on either. Every one was confused. I don't think the full impact of what had happened had hit any of us yet.When I finally understood what was going on, I couldn't believe it. I just sat in shock with my fellow classmates. I was filled with so much sorrow, but for some reason I couldn't cry. The first time I remember crying was on Thursday. I went to a service at my church. It wasn't a formal service, but the youth group sat on the floor of the chapel with my pastor. I really don't remember much of what was sad, but I do remember the immense grief in all of us. What amazes me is the good that can come out of such horrible events. Even if it is only a small thing, the night of September 11, I sat down and wrote and essay, the first of many, that expressed my feelings about accaptance of humanity.I now realize I have talent in writing, and I am so thankful that that was brought to my attention.
*I hope that we never forget what happened that day!! We need to remember because history has a way of repeating itself if we don't. I hope some day we can learn to accept each other's differences and treat all humans with the love and respect they deseve as humans. May we always see the humanity in each other!!!*