Midwestern Belle

Many people remember the day of Tuesday, September 11, 2001. I was no different. That day...that moment...it was first period world history class. I was a sophomore in high school who recently turned 16. My teacher, alarmed by the news, turned on the TV. It showed the initial damage of the World Trade Center. A plane hit the first of the Twin Towers, in New York City. At the time, I haven't traveled to New York, yet, and I didn't know what the World Trade Center was. I didn't understand why this was happening. First thing that came to my mind was an inexperienced pilot. And then, another plane hit the second tower. The burning wreckage led both buildings collapsing to the ground. Killing and terrorizing hundreds around as it shocked millions who watched it on TV. That event shunned the nation, if not the world, and changed the course of our day. I didn't understand much, except that no one would forget that day.  

I wish could say this in better words, as I wish I was at Ground Zero, today, for the 10th anniversary.  
 My deepest sympathies goes out to the ones who lost their lives and to the survivors, on September 11, 2001, in addition to their families.  

At the same time, I would like to praise the New York Police Department, Fire Department of New York, and the United States Armed Forces for their heroic efforts.  

9/11 clearly was a terrible day. However, it should also be remembered as a day of overcoming. Despite tragedies and falls, we, as a nation, fight and rebuild. If there was any meaning of September 11, 2001, it should be that.