I remember going to bed like any other day. At the time I was still in high school. It was a Tuesday morning. I still shared a room with my Mom in my grandma’s house. My Mom woke me up and told me to look at the T.V. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. At first I thought to myself that It must be some kind of a joke, a movie. I continued to watch. I saw the second plane crash into the second tower. I saw people screaming in the streets, people running, people on their cell phones. I was in shock. I laid there not knowing what to think. Then I saw people jumping from the tower. I sat up and started freaking out, I was balling. I watched all those people dying. It made me sick. I started to become angry. Who would do this? I asked myself. Something must be done! All those people. (pause) I’d never felt so patriotic. So much sadness for people I’d never met. I wanted to help them. By the time the towers started to collapse I was numb. Knowing that there were so many people still inside. Feeling their families pain. I started praying. I prayed for the people dying, prayed for God to end their pain quickly. I prayed for their families, prayed for the pain of them not knowing if they would see their loved ones again. Knowing that most probably wouldn’t. Then I prayed for the fire fighters who risked their lives to save anyone they could. I prayed that they would not be hurt. That they would be able to go home to their families. I will always think of 9/11 as a day of remembrance. I will always remember all the people who lost their lives. I’ve heard so many stories from people who lost family members, friends and loved ones. For them, I will NEVER forget!!!