I was living in California on 9-11. I will never forget that day for as long as i live. I was on the bus going to college and a man who knew that i was from Washington Dc told me that one of the twin towers and the Pentagon had been hit. I was in total shock because i knew my dad works directly across from the Pantagon. I couldn’t sit through my first class i had to go watch the Tv in library. What i saw made my heart stop. I saw the twin towers smoking from the middle. Then it hit me, my cousin works in the World Trade Center. I jumped up to call my family but there was no answer. Little did i know how many more tears i would be shedding for quite a long time. They didn’t find my cousins body for 2 1/2 weeks after the tragedy. Imagine waiting to know if your cousin is alive or not. The day they found his body was a horrible day.
My life ended on 10-3-01. I didn’t know what to do with myself.
In order to honor my cousin I went sky diving on 9-11-02, because that was his favorite thing to do. I miss him very much.
I love america and will to anything to honor my country, my cousin and all the other victims of that horrible day.