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2002-10-18

On the tragic day of September 11th, our school was having a bus evactuation drill. The bus driver directing the drill for my bus had told us the Trade Center was bombed. Little did we know, the pentagon, our mighty military headquaters, had also been desolated. One section of the Pentagon and both of the towers that stood so tall crumbled before our nation. I learned the full story when visiting my mother in the hospital. I was mourning for the victims and their families more than anything. Our great nation was struck at the knees and fell, but the will of its people made it stand again, taller than ever.

Since the bombing, I have said a prayer for the victims and their families as well as all innocents killed in our bombings. Now more than ever I realized how much our lives are worth and how quickly they can be ripped away from us. Now the ruins of the Trade Center lay desolate, moved not by the machinery assigned to pick it up, but by the compassion our county yielded to all that have died. Every I wake up I am grateful to live. Every breathe is noticed. The food, clothes, roof over my head, and love from my parents is not taked for granted nor will it ever be forgotten. I look at life content with what I have and I have no desire to change it in anyway.

Not only should thing be taken from this experience, but people should remember also. We must remember not to let our anger speak for us because recklessness will only cause more pain. We must remember the innocents that died in the four planes. The Trade Center, and the Pentagon, as well as all the innocents people in Afghanistan that were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Most of all, we must remember and continue to give and share our experiences so that this day that made history will not be forgotten. All in all, I feel shaken by the tragic events but more importiantly educated and compassionate about this nation; The United States of America.