I woke up September 11, 2001 a little embarrassed to go to school because the night before some "professional" at a salon turned my hair orange. I popped on a sweatshirt fully intending to wear the hood all day or until one of my teachers asked me to take it off. Then my sister called, I ranted a little about my hair and realized she was crying. All she wanted to do is talk to mom. I continued to get ready for school when my mom came into the room very somber and explained the World Trade Center had been hit by planes. Let me be honest with you, I was young and I still thought about my hair. Upon arriving to school during most of the day, we sat with tv's on watching news coverage of the event. I feel like all of the United States was quite that day. People walked around in shock and disbelief not knowing what could be done to help. I've watched multiple programs that covered the events hour by hour on that day. I am truly amazed how many heros were born and rescued loved ones. It's a moment in history where I can tell you how proud I am to be an American. To have so many lives lost is terribly sad. For those who lost loved ones, I pray that you have come to peace.
Today marks the 10th anniversary of the terrorist attacks and again, the United States is full of emotions. I am hoping that all those who have helped with the events from that day even to today know that in the eyes of this gal, you're a true American hero.
God bless all of you!
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I was a freshman in college. I had woke up my my 8:00 class, Human Education. BLAH. Anyway, I will still always remember my teacher telling us "The World Trade Center has been bombed." She said "Go home, turn on your tv's and watch this, in 50 years you will not remember what I was going to teach you about the heart today, but you will remember this day forever." I went home, told my roommate Allyson and turned on the TV. I watched the second plane go into the tower. I started crying. On the ten year anniversary, I watched the shows and cried harder. I like you Celeste, knew it was bad, but did not know how horrible it was until I heard all the stories. I guess until you see it, and you have loved ones that mean so much and you can't picture losing them and think about if it was your mom, or dad, or your child or husband, it hits home. Good Blog-thanks for sharing. Love, Kimmy
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