This is the story...

A day that has left such a vivid imprint in your mind. By merely hearing the numbers 9/11, you can already imagine what a person is talking about. Terror. Fear. Hatred. Anger. Yet you can also remember the good parts. The heroes that rose up through the ashes like reborn phoenixes, the small things people did for one another, the lives that were given up to save others. While I was only 6 on this fateful day, I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember seeing the fear in a teacher’s eyes, then masked by glassy eyes and held back tears. I remember being absolutely terrified. I was one of the last people to be picked up. I remember wondering about my dad, who worked near the Hudson. I remember wondering about my mom, who would take the PATH train to work every morning after dropping me off at school. Ten years ago today, I was a 1st grader getting to class. Today, I’m a junior getting ready for college. You wonder how much ten years can change you. You wonder how people continued day after day as they lost loved ones around them. You wonder just how long it takes to move on with your life. Until you realize, you can’t move on. You may be able to cope with the situation, but you still can never fully move on. And you can never forget. During this memorial, I see so many children who lost a parent on that day. By some miracle of the Lord, I’m not one of those children at the memorial at this moment. I thank God for this every day, and I ask Him to protect those who lost anyone, regardless of who they might be.

Three AP’s here I come :D!!!

You can’t even talk to me yourself? If you really wanted to see how I was, you’d find some shape way or form to do that. Don’t use people to do your own dirty work.