Lj Idol - Week 21 Tiebreaker- Making Fire
I was twelve when it happened. I was doing a simple errand for my teacher, and the books dropped from my hand as I looked through the library window and saw the smoke that filled the TV screen. I didn’t understand, until I got back to the classroom and saw the second plane go through the buildings. Why would someone do something so horrible?
People jumped from those buildings, and you could see them from the live coverage. No one spoke, and no one looked at each other. Our eyes were focused tight on the screen that illuminated hatred and death.
My friend lost her mother that day. Her mother worked in one of the World Trade Center buildings, and didn’t get out in time. She left, weeks later, to move back to New York, and to put to rest the woman who gave birth to her. America thus became united; one heart, one soul, and one hell of a country to mess with. It wasn’t long until we fought back, attacking with a vengeance countries I had never heard of before. But we were proud, we were one.
It’s been almost ten years since that day. I’m older, I’m wiser. The country isn’t as united, and we’ve long since lost the will to fight this war. Since then I’ve learned that there are enemies outside of the United States, but also enemies within, as well. I’m scared of tall buildings because of that day. I’m horrified of large lecture halls because of Virginia Tech. Two people I know lost loved ones on that horrible day.
It seems to me, that everyone is losing someone in these fights, with not only others, but ourselves as well. We’re fighting a “war” across the sea, which loses more and more people each and every day we continue it. We lose people every day to suicide and homicides. When will we realize that fighting fire with fire only makes a bigger fire? A bigger hurt, a bigger mess, and a larger, more fatal, way to lose control.
So let that fire burn out. Let that hatred, that anger, that hurt…let it dissipate and smolder. Eventually, it will disappear, leaving nothing but ash, a scar, and a fresh new start. It’s time to stop making fire, and start making peace.
People jumped from those buildings, and you could see them from the live coverage. No one spoke, and no one looked at each other. Our eyes were focused tight on the screen that illuminated hatred and death.
My friend lost her mother that day. Her mother worked in one of the World Trade Center buildings, and didn’t get out in time. She left, weeks later, to move back to New York, and to put to rest the woman who gave birth to her. America thus became united; one heart, one soul, and one hell of a country to mess with. It wasn’t long until we fought back, attacking with a vengeance countries I had never heard of before. But we were proud, we were one.
It’s been almost ten years since that day. I’m older, I’m wiser. The country isn’t as united, and we’ve long since lost the will to fight this war. Since then I’ve learned that there are enemies outside of the United States, but also enemies within, as well. I’m scared of tall buildings because of that day. I’m horrified of large lecture halls because of Virginia Tech. Two people I know lost loved ones on that horrible day.
It seems to me, that everyone is losing someone in these fights, with not only others, but ourselves as well. We’re fighting a “war” across the sea, which loses more and more people each and every day we continue it. We lose people every day to suicide and homicides. When will we realize that fighting fire with fire only makes a bigger fire? A bigger hurt, a bigger mess, and a larger, more fatal, way to lose control.
So let that fire burn out. Let that hatred, that anger, that hurt…let it dissipate and smolder. Eventually, it will disappear, leaving nothing but ash, a scar, and a fresh new start. It’s time to stop making fire, and start making peace.