I was getting ready to go to school when the morning news broke into a live satellite feed from New York City showing that the first tower had been hit. I sat in silence as the second tower was eventually hit. Although I wanted to stay in the safety of my home, I knew I had to be strong and go to work. I needed to be strong for the high school students I teach that would be uncertain of what happened and scared of what they rest of the day could possibly bring.
As soon as I arrived in my classroom, I immediately turned on the news and became greatly upset to learn that a plane had gone down in western Pennsylvania. I felt sick to my stomach and quickly picked up the phone to call my parents who live in Pittsburgh. I was relieved to hear they were okay, but saddened to hear that a place as calm and serene as Pennsylvania was a part of this national crisis.
As my sister headed into work in downtown Los Angeles, I again became scared. Would she be okay? Luckily, she was fine and my small world of friends and family were healthy and alive. Sadly, not everyone was so lucky that day. I watched in horror as the events in NY, PA, and DC unfolded. The sad faces of loved ones, the cries of the American people over such a senseless tragedy. I can only hope we’ve learned from this and that America has become a stronger, more resilient race of people who can forgive, yet never forget.
GOD BLESS THE U.S.A.!