Reflection on 9/11
Right near my house, there is a memorial on a small island for a woman who passed away on September 11, 2001. I drive by it almost every day and think nothing of it. Each year, flowers and American flags are set by it. She had a son who is my age. He was 9 years old when his mother passed away. I don't personally know the son, but we have a lot of mutual friends on facebook. I've seen his facebook before, and seeing him post a status about his mother mad me truly sad. As I saw what he wrote and the encouraging words that others wrote to him, I started to cry. I can't imagine the pain that is experienced when losing a parent, especially in such a tragic way as that. It's hard to believe that it's been ten years. I can still remember exactly where I was when I heard of the attacks: my fourth grade classroom about to go out to morning recess. Instead of recess, we had a school-wide prayer session. I didn't know the gravity of the situation at that time. I don't think I full understood until a few years later.
Yesterday my Dad bought a car for my sister and I. He paid for it. We don't pay for anything (except the occasional gas but he even covers that most of the time). But my sister and I were not grateful. It's an older used car, and we don't like the appearance. And instead of sucking it up and being grateful that we even had a car, we weren't. We voiced our opinions about how we didn't like it and didn't want to drive it. As of right now, we share at 2008 Honda Civic--a really nice car for new drivers. We are spoiled by that. Any other kids would be happy to get a car from their parents, but we are selfish and greedy. I feel especially guilty for being ungrateful yesterday, when I knew what today was. Some kids lost parents on that horrible day, and they may not even have parents who can buy them cars. I see the boy who lost his mother that day and think about how he feels. He lives a minute away from me, and his life was dramatically affected by 9/11. I just watched it on tv and read about it in the papers. Here I am complaining to my mom and dad about a car they BOUGHT for me, and he doesn't even have a mom anymore.
I'm mad about how selfish I am being. Today, on the 10th anniversary of 9/11, I shouldn't be complaining about a car. I should be remembering those who were lost in the attacks, the heroes that tried to save them, and the families, especially the children, of those who were affected.
God Bless America.
Yesterday my Dad bought a car for my sister and I. He paid for it. We don't pay for anything (except the occasional gas but he even covers that most of the time). But my sister and I were not grateful. It's an older used car, and we don't like the appearance. And instead of sucking it up and being grateful that we even had a car, we weren't. We voiced our opinions about how we didn't like it and didn't want to drive it. As of right now, we share at 2008 Honda Civic--a really nice car for new drivers. We are spoiled by that. Any other kids would be happy to get a car from their parents, but we are selfish and greedy. I feel especially guilty for being ungrateful yesterday, when I knew what today was. Some kids lost parents on that horrible day, and they may not even have parents who can buy them cars. I see the boy who lost his mother that day and think about how he feels. He lives a minute away from me, and his life was dramatically affected by 9/11. I just watched it on tv and read about it in the papers. Here I am complaining to my mom and dad about a car they BOUGHT for me, and he doesn't even have a mom anymore.
I'm mad about how selfish I am being. Today, on the 10th anniversary of 9/11, I shouldn't be complaining about a car. I should be remembering those who were lost in the attacks, the heroes that tried to save them, and the families, especially the children, of those who were affected.
God Bless America.