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2002-09-11

I remember waking up to my room-mate's frantic voice as she spoke to her mom on the phone. Groggily, I sat up at 8a to see a wakening site on the television. Watching two twin towers burning, smoke billowing out from every tear, every hole. I was awake within seconds. I quietly listened as the reporter on the local news told the horrific details of how not one, but two airplanes had been hijacked by terrorists and were flown into the twin towers. I was terrified. I felt so insecure. I had no clue what to expect now. I don't think anyone did. So I did what I believe the other 699 students and 70 or so faculty did that day. Waited in anticipation for an answer.

I called my mom. Telling her to turn on the tv to the news. Participate in my grief. We spoke for maybe 5 minutes, hung up and sat in seperate houses in seperate states and listened. No one that day could manage going to classes. All of us, every tv, every room filled to capacity as we watched the continuing coverage. I don't think a single eye was dry. We were devastated.

So a year later and I still feel the remorse for the thousands of lives that were stolen from thousands of families. It's hard for me to sit and tell my story to you without crying. So today, I will proudly wear my flag pin as I work in honor of the fallen and missing. I will proudly remember those that passed. And I will remember how God spared millions of lives that day even though many were sacrificed. God Bless America. Thank you Jesus for sparing my life. Thank you for giving me another day to live. I will forever remember.