It started off like any old day. I was heading off to work at about 8:45 and had no idea what was going on. The next thing I know was at a little after 9 am a customer had come up to pick up her prescription and was upset because she could not leave the country to go on her trip because a plane had crashed in New York. Before long we had the radio on and were listening to the man say that they were attacking the Pentagon and now a plane when down near Pittsburgh. I thought that the world was ending, that this was it. I tried to call my mom, but could not get through. I was just waiting for a plane to come and hit us. Then before we knew it, the news was comming on the Tv throughout the store and a radio program was being patched through the store’s intercom system. We were able to tune in when the towers started to fall. It seemed like a scene from a movie. I was in shock. I just stood there watching as thousands of people died and I knew that I was never going to be the same. After my shift had ended, I went back to my appartment which I shared with my best friend, and we sat and watched the news programs all night.
I remember that around 8 pm I got a phone call from a friend and he told me that they had started bombing Afghanistan. I could not believe it. I was in shock again, and now I knew that something even worse was going to happen. I tried and tried to get a hold of my mother, but as I had found out later, her phone had been disconnected. I had to wait until 11pm that evening to hear her voice. I just wanted to be a little kid again, not to have any fear, and not to be able to understand that something bad was going on. I just wanted to wake up the next day and it was all a dream. The days following that came the anthrax scares and more threats. For awhile I was just waiting for the world to end. I still wonder when a plane might come crashing into the towers that are on the campus of my college. But I know that I can not live everyday of my life in fear. I mourn for those who die, and hope to help those who live in my community deal with the tramua and stress and fears that they have since that day. I hope that my children do not have to know what it was like that day, but as I am sure that my parents did not want me to know of war, as did my grandparents and those before them. But I know that one day Peace will be restored when we go to Heaven. To those who lost loved ones, May God always be with you.