xaviershorts:

I dedicate this post to everyone who was affected by the September 11th Attacks.

I remember sitting at my kindergarten snack table. I was so excited it was snack time, and was about to eat when my dad came into the classroom. I was surprised by him and the worried look on his face. He whispered something into my teacher’s ear and her mouth dropped. She couldn’t have known what had happened, she was teaching all morning. He said, “I’m taking my boys home.” He scooped my twin and I up and rushed us to the car.

My father was worried that the attacks could be nation-wide and he wanted us all together, if something happened. I remember not understanding what was going on and why everyone was panicking. My dad sat me on his lap as we watched the news broadcast. I remember watching the second plane hit the South Tower. And the WTC collapsing and killing thousands in a second. 

I had a little boy named Tommy in my Sunday School class. We played a lot and his parents and my grandmother were good friends. His father was on American Airlines Flight 175, that crashed into the North Tower. I cannot imagine the feelings his mother felt, or any person or family that lost someone on this horrible day.

I still cannot comprehend what it must have felt like, being in the towers that day. How it was like any other day and then in an instant, you were faced with certain death. I cannot comprehend what it was like to make that decision, whether to burn to death or to jump. I cannot feel anything but sorrow.

Everyone, reflect on this horrible day in American history. Be proud to be an American, and be proud that we got through this as a nation.

Just because I want to get the message out to everyone. Honor the heroism on this day, and pray for the lives lost.