What People Say?Different people with different perspectives

It was a beautiful dayn in my area, the kind of day that automatically lifts your mood.  The sun was shining and the weather was great.  Things were about to change.

My sister and I were talking to each other on the phone and I was feeling a little bit anxious because the next day I would be undergoing a much needed medical procedure.  I was also kind of half watching one of the national news shows when I noticed an alert coming across the T.V. screen.  A plane had hit one of the twin towers in New York.  I mentioned this to my sister but nothing had sunken in for us yet.  Not realizing how large the twin towers actually were  I thought that the plane was a small one and had lost its direction.  I knew that this was certainly a tragic news story but didn’t realize that I, and others were about to understand the magnitude and enormity of this particular event.

I continued talking to my sister keeping a watchful eye on the T.V. program when I noticed that another plane had hit the second twin tower.  I’m sure, like everyone else, my sister and I were shocked and as we all know as the day progressed the story kept getting worse.  My sister called my parents and told them of the two other planes that had gone down also.  Our parents were strong and had been through a World War in Europe but they didn’t want to believe that this was happening as none of us did.

A lot of thoughts scrambled through my mind that day.  I wondered if I should pick up my kids from school because at that point I didn’t know if our country was under siege.  I tried calling my husband and other family members but couldn’t get through.  My sister and I decided to leave our kids in school until we heard an announcement from our president.  I also called to find out if my surgery was still on for the next morining and it was.

The rest of the day and in the weeks to come I sat glued in front of the television sadly realizing what had happened.  On one report I watched someone flag a white piece of cloth out of the window of one of the towers, I’m sure helplessly hopeing to be pulled to safety.  This person could have been any of us and it saddened me that I was watching it all from a distance in another part of the country and the only thing that made us different was geography and the terrorists had chosen that spot at that precise time.

In the coming weeks, like other Americans, I also couldn’t understand why anyone would be so angry especially at the people of a country that had always been first in line to help anyone in need.

America is the melting pot of many different nationalities and the American people have always welcomed anyone who wants to live here.  I know first hand since I am a naturalized American citizen.  No one can change the horrible events of that day or bring back the family members to those who loved them and those people are forced to remember but the rest of us can do our part to remember.

On 9-11-2009 I will be hang an American fag that my daugher gave me in the days after that terrible tragedy and I hope that everyone else does too.

I am a want to be writer. I took a course in writing children’s books years ago and loved it. The problem is giving myself a push to write on a regular basis. When it’s up to par it feels like writing comes together like a puzzle but when I’m not in the mood it shows in my writing.

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