9/11

I was in college algebra at GC and everything was going according to planned. In the middle of class my instructor says, "Class is dismissed due to the terrible events going on in New York at this time." I was so happy to depart class, I didn't even ask what he was referring to. I packed my stuff into my pink Jansport, hit the door, and walked to my boyfriend's (at the time) house. (If you want a better understanding of who I'm speaking of, please see the blog entitled "Fake Ass"). So, I get there and once I enter, the news is on and every one's eyes are glued to the television. When I hear of the events taking place, it seems as if this is a horrible, horrible joke. I tried to weigh out the possiblities. A terrible accident is what this has to be. Yeah, that's it. But as I watched the second plane take action, I knew. America was under attack. This cannot possibly be happening...You only see stuff like this in movies or maybe in a different country, but not in America! Is this really, really happening, I thought. No, this can't be happening to us. The United States is invincible. But, sure enough it was happening. The rug of skepticism swept from under my feet and I realized that this was something very serious. This was REAL! As the day went on, the news displayed coverage of this tragedy continuously. You saw footage of the planes crashing, suffocating smoke for days, people covered in ashes running for their lives and even jumping from the flaming buildings to their deaths. The entire country was in complete awe. Nobody knew what to do nor what to expect. Who would do such a cruel thing and why did they hate us so? I immediately began to think of all the people trapped in these airplanes and buildings. Where are their families? What really happened on these planes? Did the passengers ever learn to know what was going on, or did they assume they'd be landing safely at their planned destinations? If they did know, did they try to reprimand the hijackers? Where was these hijackers' humanity? Didn't they see the concern and helplessness in these people's eyes? Did they really come to grips with what they were about to take part in? How long ago had this been planned? How could security allow anyone to get through with weapons? What were the people that were denied evacuation of the WTC because they were on the floors above the impact zone thinking? What did they do? Did they call a loved one? Did they pray? Panic? These terrorists changed our country forever. How could they? I still just can't bring myself to understand...

I digress. Happy Birthday Kendolynn and Justin.