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#231 | Friday, November 2nd 2001
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I had just awakened, got dressed for work, came downstairs, and turned on the local news, like I always do, to help me to wake up. I now wish I had not turned on the news...how was I to know what was about to happen would break my, as well as the rest of the world's, heart...There was suddenly a breaking news story: a plane had apparently ran into one of the World Trade Center towers. I remember turning to my twin sister and commenting how sad it was...when the second plane hit the the other tower.
THE SECOND PLANE HIT THE OTHER TOWER.
My twin sister looked at me, and I looked at her. I said, "Dammit, we're under attack," and she said, "What do you mean, we're under attack?" "There is no way two planes could run into the same building," I said, and she mentioned in a hopeful voice that the second pilot could have been so involved with what was going on with the first one...and I told her, "NO. That second plane deliberately angled in and crashed into the tower."
I had to go to work, and did not get to watch much of the news the rest of the day. My twin would NOT watch the news, it made her too upset and scared.
When I got home from work, we decided to go to church, and my twin was delivered of a spirit of fear. (She still doesn't like to watch much of the news, but doesn't get as upset if I want to see what is going on.) She went to bed around 10:00 that evening, and I turned on the news, and watched it for three straight hours. I cried like I have never cried before, and wrote a couple of poems. (I have written several more since then.)
Since September 11, I have had a feeling of incredible sadness. I grieve for the innocents lost, for their families and loved ones, and for our country...where we used to be relatively safe. Not any more...but I also have experienced pride like never before. Seeing all of the red, white and blue, hearing "God Bless America," our national anthem and other patriotic songs, the heroism of our police force, firefighters, paramedics and ems, medical teams, search and rescue teams, dog teams and their handlers, and ordinary men, women and children doing what they can fills my heart near to bursting.
GOD BLESS AMERICA!!!
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Karla | 42 | Texas
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