I’ve been reading a lot of material on 9-11. This Saturday marks the 9 year anniversary of the attacks on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon. Even after 9 years, it pierces my heart. I can remember watching the news in horror, listening to the screams of the injured, watching countless heroes rush into buildings and not knowing what became of them. I continue to read stories of survivors and families who remember those who have gone and it doesn’t fail to make me shed a tear.
Where was I that day? I was a senior at Maryknoll High School, class of 2002. I was excited that morning since the seniors had class portraits. We would pose in front of our iconic Sacred Hearts Church as a class and be photographed to be forever remembered. We had our pictures taken and when we came back, we were confronted with the news of 9-11. I was working as a computer techie so I brought out the projector so everyone could watch the news in the library. We were stunned. Sometimes things happen in the world or even the United States and because we’re so far, it doesn’t seem real or relevant. How crazy that the day we take our picture, full of youth and pride, we would be confronted with world’s harsh realities? Nearly all of us had applied for schools on the mainland; how would this affect our decisions to go? How would this affect our future, as members of a global community, slapped in the face by terrorist attacks?
To this day, I’m not sure how it really affected us all, what could’ve been if 9-11 had never happened. I was truly lucky; I didn’t have family or friends that were lost that day in those attacks. Still, it led us to a costly war in both resources and life.
To those who gave their lives for others, for those who had no choice, I pray that you find peace and your families find comfort in knowing that a world grieves with them.
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