I was 11. I was in math class that morning. The phones were ringing off the hook and we began watching the news. It was utter and total chaos. I remember not fully understanding everything at such a young age, but I felt sad for our country.
Its still hard to believe. I remember the footage of the victims jumping out of the buildings. The looks of horror and despair on people's faces, running all over Manhattan, trying to get out before the buildings collapsed. Such heartbreak for this country. Its terrible a thing like this would happen on US soil. Such loss right here on our own land. So many parents, daughters, sons, aunts, uncles, cousins, in-laws, husbands, wives, etc., that didn't get to come home that day. So many people.
I was blessed enough to be able to go to NYC in the Spring of 2006. We went to Ground Zero. It was a very humbling and heartbreaking experience. I'm tearing up thinking about it now. They were still cleaning up so much debris from that day. Almost five years later. I also was able to go into the chapel across the street where emergency responders took shifts sleeping in between searching for survivors. I cried. I cried for our country. For all the victims and their families. There was a whole wall of "Missing" posters put up for victims that haven't been recovered, and probably never will be recovered. There were signs hung up all over the chapel of support from countries all over the world. They cried with us that day. They remembered. So should we.
If you ever get to experience this, I urge you to partake in it. This experience will change and move you for the better. Please don't forget what happened on this day 11 years ago.
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