So I've been thinking a lot about the news from yesterday and what it really means for me. I didn't know anyone who was on those planes or in those buildings but I remember how it felt. The helplessness at the fact that we were attacked and that people were dying and the fear because we didn't yet know that morning what or why or who.
I think I'll just always remember being 15 years old, sitting on the couch, watching the news that night and seeing the footage of people jumping out of the second tower because they were stuck and there was no way out. And I'll remember how I couldn't stop crying and how it broke me to watch these last few seconds of these people's lives over and over again.
And now the man who created the situation that caused those people to make that choice is dead.
It's not enough but I'll take it.
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