when i got to school that tragic day, we didn't discuss math or english or science, we discussed history. the history that was being made at that exact moment. i watched the North Tower fall, watched the thick grey smoke billow up from the towers and envelope new york city. firemen, policemen, emts and other brave men and women scampered up the streets and in and out of the World Trade Center, desperately attempting to save the lives of those that were still clinging to this world. they dug through the rubble and assisted those who were within reach.
bodies flying out of the WTC, debris suffocating others, and still 2 airplanes in the air with the Pentagon and the white house as their targets. hundreds already dead, with many more to follow in their path.
i still didn't understand what was going on, but i understood that it was horrible.
later i learned more about what had happened and what it meant for the united states of America. hundreds of stories about courageous people who gave their lives to save others in the tragedy of 9/11 and of those who survived the attack floated around the world for weeks to follow. thousands of people visited the crash site daily, grasping to the hope that their loved ones may still be alive. pictures and memorials lined the streets and still, the united states of America pushed on and soon after, took a stand.
i've always been proud to be an American, but now more than ever, i'm grateful to be an American. i feel blessed to be a part of such a strong and powerful country. one that can literally rise from the dust and move forward, eye on the horizon, never giving up hope.
please take a minute today and remember those who were lost and who gave their lives for this wonderful country. remember and be grateful that we are the land of the free because of the brave.
God bless America.