9/11 Experiences- Tribute to 9/11 Victims
9/11 breaks my heart. Somehow, when I think of it, I feel like I know someone lost in it. These are some stories I heard, and stories I made up, but were real experiences.
Everyday is a struggle. I try to forget what I saw. I try to stop dreaming of it. It's not a dream I always have. But I have no other nightmares. I will never forget this day. No matter how hard I try. Evil, heartless people exist, that's for sure. I learned it from this day.
I was walking with my mom to go pick my brothers up from daycare.
"Why do I have to go with you?" I whined.
"You can't be left alone at the apartment." she replied
I looked up, and there it was. "Shouldn't that plane be higher up, with all these tall-" I stopped. I screamed, and the whole crowd got quiet as the plane crashed into the world trade center.
Immediately, screams erupted and people took out their cell phones. Some were calling police and the fire department, some were calling loved ones who were in the world trade center to see if they were okay, and some called friends to tell them the news.
When the plane hit, some chunks fell and hit my head. It bled. I could feel the warm, sticky blood drip down my ash ridden face.
"Honey!" my mom took me to the hospital as fast as she could, all I got were stitches. My mom took a cab(which we normally don't do), and got the boys safe home. After 2 hours I was home, too.
We watched the news, and saw people falling off the building. Whether it was because they thought they would die quicker and less painless, or they thought they had more of a chance living by jumping then staying up didn't matter. They were all gone.
One disturbing shot was of a man trying to go down on a rope. He slipped and plummeted to the ground. His scream was too much for me to bear. When he hit the ground, it just stopped. At that point, I broke down and cried.
I wish I could forget that day. I wish it would just go away. Yes, I think it's nice that we are taking time to remember such great people who died. But we should also put it in our past. We can't live in fear that this will happen again. Because, let's face it, there are bad people in this world.
They will do things like this, and it is a tragedy. But what can we do about it? If being safe means no freedom, I'd rather not be safe. Wasn't America built off freedom and independence? I may never forgive these people, but I won't blame them for all my problems.
I was walking with my mom to go pick my brothers up from daycare.
"Why do I have to go with you?" I whined.
"You can't be left alone at the apartment." she replied
I looked up, and there it was. "Shouldn't that plane be higher up, with all these tall-" I stopped. I screamed, and the whole crowd got quiet as the plane crashed into the world trade center.
Immediately, screams erupted and people took out their cell phones. Some were calling police and the fire department, some were calling loved ones who were in the world trade center to see if they were okay, and some called friends to tell them the news.
When the plane hit, some chunks fell and hit my head. It bled. I could feel the warm, sticky blood drip down my ash ridden face.
"Honey!" my mom took me to the hospital as fast as she could, all I got were stitches. My mom took a cab(which we normally don't do), and got the boys safe home. After 2 hours I was home, too.
We watched the news, and saw people falling off the building. Whether it was because they thought they would die quicker and less painless, or they thought they had more of a chance living by jumping then staying up didn't matter. They were all gone.
One disturbing shot was of a man trying to go down on a rope. He slipped and plummeted to the ground. His scream was too much for me to bear. When he hit the ground, it just stopped. At that point, I broke down and cried.
I wish I could forget that day. I wish it would just go away. Yes, I think it's nice that we are taking time to remember such great people who died. But we should also put it in our past. We can't live in fear that this will happen again. Because, let's face it, there are bad people in this world.
They will do things like this, and it is a tragedy. But what can we do about it? If being safe means no freedom, I'd rather not be safe. Wasn't America built off freedom and independence? I may never forgive these people, but I won't blame them for all my problems.
1 Comment
wow. that is depressing. well thought out. i feel the same way. that someone dear to me died that day. i will never forget that day. i was picked up form school extra early, and i sneaked a peak at the news. it was so disturbing. those people falling, like summersaults in the air.