I remember getting up that afternoon around 3 and going to the store, I was flipping channels on the radio station and hearing all talk I flipped in a cd. I went back to a friends house after leaving the store she was just getting up since we had stayed out late the previous evening. We sat and talked for awhile and I got in the shower, she signed on top the internet to check e-mails and I heard her come into the bathroom and told me to hurry and come watch the news someone blew up New York she said. I rinsed my hair and grabbed a towel and went down to watch with her. The first thing I saw was a p[lane flying directly into the building I was horrified. I kept watching and saw continuing news footage and told my friend I was standing at that exact place in my trip to New York in June.I didn’t know what to feel, I was scared and shocked beyond the grief I was feeling in my heart.
The look on the faces of the people standing there watching it all unfold was just the most terrifieng thing I had ever saw. Then I started thinking how could it be almost 6 oclock in the evening this happened this morning and I’m just now finding out. Then recalling I had flipped in a cd rather than find out what all the talk was about on the radio I felt guilty. I was just divorced and was on a catching up trip with all my friends, I called my mom righjt away and told her I was on my way home it was a 2 hour drive, she thought it was best I stayed where I was til morning. I didn’t sleep at all that night I layed in bed and thought of all the innocent lives that had been tragicly taken so suddenly and then the people who knew their fate but had to actually wait on it to come t them trapped in a building with no way out. All so innocent so overcome in their daily lives never worrying something so unjust could happen. They were at work running their lives, providing for the families they had at home.
It breaks my heart to think of the families they had to leave and the ones that recieved final phone calls saying I love you. I’m sure like almost all people tell their loved ones bbye I love you and be careful when they leave for work. Seemed like such a common routine to hear I love you but knowing it was going to be the last time you would ever hear it has to just tear the hearts out daily. I myself have made a difference in my life since that day. I make it a point to get up and find out what is going on with the news I make sure I let all my loved ones know how I feel on a daily basis with so much more than words and I thank God daily for allowing me to be loved and have the freedom that America stands for.
I look at the people living in our country and how their lives as well are forever changed. Will they ever live in the country that represents freedom or will they be looked upon as those people that put our countrys freeedom on trial. I have decided that God will judge the ones and I’ll keep making each and everyday of my life count and live it to the fullest. I have also made it a rule in my day to day life to do a good deed no matter how small. I stopped the other day and helped an elderly lady clean her yard. I passed by and saw her I went down the road and thought how sweet she looked and how much I missed my grandmother who had passed on so I turned around and spent an hour with her. It made me think of my grandfather telling me stories of the depression and the hard times lived when he was my age. I think as a nation we should all go back to the pure values we heard about as a child and make our country stand tall amoung all others. And to any one who lost someone in the tragedy my heart and prayers are with you.
I’m sorry for your pain that strangers brought into your life. Stop on the street one day and help someone that looks confused smile at someone passing by something so little could brighten your day as well as someone elses.