September 11 Will Always Be An Emotional Day
I will never forget where I was.
Mrs. Craine’s AP English class had just wrapped up and I was walking to my second period class during my senior year of high school, everyone in the hall was whispering with a scared look on their face.
In Mr. Barrett’s 2nd period Science class, we were watching the television when something happened that I’ll never be able to get out of my memory.
As the second plane crashed into the second building, no one made a noise in the science lab. Instantly I was scared, shocked, and whatever other confused emotions came over me at that time.
Now that I live in New York, less than two and a half hours away from Manhattan, I’m surrounded by so many more people that had direct ties to lives that were lost on that day.
September 11th, 2001.
My daughter is not yet 11 months but when old enough, I will eventually educate her more and more about what that date means to our country.
The lives that were lost. The people that served. And the freedom that has a price.
God Bless New York. God Bless America.
I’ll never forget.