I was in Social Studies class at the time, reading to myself. One of the teachers came in and told my teacher what was happening. He turned on the TV and we watched as the towers crashed.
I’m ashamed to say that I didn’t once think about the people in the buidlings or their families, or the fact that they weren’t going to live. I just watched, no emotion at all, and the first thought that went into my head was “Devil” and still I felt nothing for these people, but only a twinge of fear.
Later on, when I laid in my bed that night, I thought about my friend Katie who lived in NYC. I heard that other buildings around the area were damaged and I didn’t know where she was.
Later that night, my step-father, Peter, told me more about it and still I felt nothing for the people or their families.
Later on in the school year, I was next to my friend Ryan in study hall and he digged up a website that showed the damage of the area around the World Trait Center.
Last summer, I was in Michagan visiting my “aunt” and she took my mother and my sisters to a holiday store that selled Christmas things all year long. As I was browsing in this store with my little sister, we found a picture of “The Prince of Peace”, a picture of Jesus knocking on the World Trade Center, knocking to come into their hearts. We knew my step-dad, who was back at home working, had been looking all over for this picture. We found my mom and told her that we wanted to give it to Pete for their wedding anniversary that was coming up. When we got home a few days later, we didn’t want to wait for the big day so just fifteen minutes after we got home, we instantly gave him the picture.