Today is the start of my blog. It is also the day that changed everything thirteen years ago. I cannot say I know someone who was in one of the towers, but I can say that I feel what it means. I know that everyone was surprised and that it was different. I was about three years old. I am guessing it was near the time that I went into anaphylactic shock. Each year on this day I always become, "shaken up," I guess you could say. This year it was the same in a way. It was a conversation I had with my friend Jess. It was also when we were shown the tapes of the planes hitting the world trade center buildings. I again committed to never being uninformed. I have always enjoyed watching the news and I have realized how important that is throughout the past few years. I learned about what 9/11 meant back in sixth grade and ever since I have had a certain reverence for it. That was an important day for me. I realized what it meant to be in a free and country and that there were those who opposed that and took extreme measures to try to break that. The important thing is that we are even stronger as a nation and evermore patriotic. As I watched those tapes, as the first tower imploded and the cries of a distraught man went something like, "Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God!" I was on the verge of tears. I knew what it meant even more than before. I had never seen those tapes before, but I knew. It was history being made. And yes he did use the Lord's name in vain, but it expressed what everyone was feeling.
Just your average college student. Up late studying, unsure of the future, and determined to make a better world.
