You can ask almost any American what they remember about 9/11 2001 and I bet they could tell you exactly where they were when they found out. This was one of those moments along with Steve Irwin and Michael Jacksons that you never forget.
for me.....
I remember waking up and going downstairs to see my two sisters sitting in front of the TV freaking out about something to do with planes and such. At that point i didnt really care to be honest, i just wanted to get to school on time. It was not until I was in my third period Earth Science Class with Mrs Adams did i really understand what was going on. By that point the towers had been hit and my teacher turned the tv on (which was hardly ever used) and we watched the tower get hit again and again as the news channel replayed the footage they had. we sat there watching the towers burn not really believing or understanding just how big of a deal this really was (we were little 6th graders). I was baffled. I think i might have even cried (i was an emotional child). Our teacher told us that she thinks she is not supposed to show us this but her interest is too drawn to turn it off, and we didnt want her to.
Later on that day things only got worse. My Dad worked for NASA and his building was in Edwards Airforce Base. When we got home from school no one was there. My older sister tried and tried to call my dad but he was impossible to reach. You can say that the three of us were freaking out. I think my mom had tried to go to the base to see him or something. I am not sure. I just remember wondering what had happened to my dad and thinking of all the things that could be happening. Finally the call from him came. Turns out that they were not letting anyone out of the base and when they finally did it was a slow process to get out. I was so scarred. And yet it was not over. over the next months hell and hope were everywhere. It was a pain to get in and out of the base or fly. you kept hearing stories about another bomber being discovered on a plane trying to light his shoelace or something. Fear was a disease. Innocent people were being persecuted and tried and hurt mostly just because they were Muslim or from the Middle East. I felt so bad for them, it was not them that were wrong but it was us, we became the terrorist in our own country to our own members. Even though it has greatly improved there is still hate against Muslims. I am sad to say that my church seems to have many people who feel this way including my own grandmother and other extended family members. They were afraid and worried about me going to a Muslim country to live and work but I am proud to say that I would not trade being here for the 10th anniversary of that dreadful day. I think it could not have been a more appropriate place that after 10 years and 2 wars and countless hours, deaths, and money spent in cause of this event I am here in Turkey seeing first hand how amazing and wonderful these people are. We all have enemy's, we all have struggles, but lets not let that distract us from the beauty of the people and the world around us. After 10 years its time to heal. There is good and bad in everything, lets find the good again. All of my love and prayers go out to all those who were affected by what happened today 10 years ago. We shouldnt have to be remembering this day. But we cannot control it. To all those brave people who dies and fought and families who were affected God Bless. I am proud to be an American.
Take care
Ana
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