September 11th, 2001
Everyone always calls it "A Day to Remember."
But how many people are remembering it for the right reasons?
Are we remembering it because we are "supposed" to?
Or do you really remember?
I remember. I was in middle school at the time. I remember sitting in my first period math class, and everyone was talking about "some plane crash into a couple buildings." We were young, none of us had any idea what we were talking about. I remember our math teacher, he heard what one of the boys said, "I think they were called the World Trade Center buildings." My teacher froze. His face went completely white, and then he left the room. We all looked out the door as he walked into the principles office. A few minutes later, we were all called to our home rooms. Each of our classes had a TV to watch a student-run news cast called "Channel 1" But today, there were no students reporting. There was one adult. He didn't say much, but he didn't have to. The pictures that followed him said more than a millions words could have ever said.
Since then, everything has become about politics and "the war on terror." No one talks about the victims. No one ever asks the families of those who died, "How are you doing?" It has just become another controversial subject. No one talks about it any more.
Well I want to talk about it.
I'm going to remember.
I will always remember how I felt.
Sure I was young, and didn't understand much.
But age and education were not needed to feel what we all felt.
Today is not about politics and war..
Today is about remembering.
Remember the feeling.
Our nation united when we saw our brothers and sisters suffering.
We ached for them.
For one brief moment, we truly cared about one another.
I hope we as mankind can be like that again.
Everyone always calls it "A Day to Remember."
But how many people are remembering it for the right reasons?
Are we remembering it because we are "supposed" to?
Or do you really remember?
I remember. I was in middle school at the time. I remember sitting in my first period math class, and everyone was talking about "some plane crash into a couple buildings." We were young, none of us had any idea what we were talking about. I remember our math teacher, he heard what one of the boys said, "I think they were called the World Trade Center buildings." My teacher froze. His face went completely white, and then he left the room. We all looked out the door as he walked into the principles office. A few minutes later, we were all called to our home rooms. Each of our classes had a TV to watch a student-run news cast called "Channel 1" But today, there were no students reporting. There was one adult. He didn't say much, but he didn't have to. The pictures that followed him said more than a millions words could have ever said.
Since then, everything has become about politics and "the war on terror." No one talks about the victims. No one ever asks the families of those who died, "How are you doing?" It has just become another controversial subject. No one talks about it any more.
Well I want to talk about it.
I'm going to remember.
I will always remember how I felt.
Sure I was young, and didn't understand much.
But age and education were not needed to feel what we all felt.
Today is not about politics and war..
Today is about remembering.
Remember the feeling.
Our nation united when we saw our brothers and sisters suffering.
We ached for them.
For one brief moment, we truly cared about one another.
I hope we as mankind can be like that again.
1 comment:
Amen.
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