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On September 11th, 2001 as I was crawling out of my bed in the morning I overheard my sisters TV saying something about an explosion at the World Trade Center. I walked into her room when the second plane hit. My sister and I sat in a trance staring at the TV trying to figure out how to tell my mom. This event really hit home, considering my mother worked in the World Trade Center only 9 years ago. Inside that building were my mom’s old friends, co-workers, and even a close family friend. But the attacks of September 11th didn’t kill America as those terrorists predicted, it only made us stronger. Americans thought we had lost, but when you look deeper we were the ones who ultimately won. Most people across America learned what hatred was on that day, but I learned what love was. The passengers on those airplanes didn’t call their relatives about hate for the ones who were doing this to them, but rather love, to the ones who really mattered. We have all heard stories about heroes on that day, the firefighters, the workers who risked there only life to save others, and those few people who took down that plane in Pennsylvania which saved possibly thousands of lives. But those people didn’t save others just so they’d get their picture in the newspaper or be known all over the county, but they did it out of the love for complete strangers. On September 11th, 2001 instead of America falling to the ground, we grew stronger then we have ever been before.
I wrote that for Glicks class. I thought id share it with everyone :)
I wrote that for Glicks class. I thought id share it with everyone :)