Eleven years ago, I remember the day, I awoke in confusion. In the honors dorm, at Alcorn State University University, I was in my bed. I saw this huge gray building on fire. This building had about a hundred floors and thousands of people were in it. Being a country girl from Alabama, I had never gone to the concrete jungle of New York, NY. I started wondering how in the world would they extinguish that fire? Its up 87 stories. But I figured that if they built a building that tall, i'm sure they have the equipment to fight a blaze that high.
Then BOOM! A plane flew into the north tower before my eyes. That was the scariest thing anyone could have imaged. Then the towers crumbled one behind the other. Instantly thousands of people were gone. Millions of people just watched the single most deadliest terrorist act in America. I cried.
I cried because I didn't understand why someone would do this, I didn't understand how someone could be so evil to orchestrate something of this magnitude. I cried because kids loss their mother, parents loss their children, companions loss their true love and best friends loss each other.
There were a lot of people that overslept that day. A lot of people were late because they were stuck in traffic or missed their trains. A lot of people avoided death so, that they may have life; to live for a purpose. I pray that these people are at peace, grateful for their second chance and are currently living with purpose.
Recently, late a night, a 9/11 survival story was on television. The show featured survivors of the tragedy that were at ground zero. As they talked about their stories, ALL of them stated that God (or some supernatural force, which I believe was God) was present with them. God gave them instructions on how to escape and survive. He showed the light and openings as others perished. One survivor stated something that I will take with me forever. He said, " Don't give up. No matter how bad things may seem, DON'T GIVE UP. You will make it." I believe him.
9/11 IS A DAY THAT I WILL NEVER FORGET.
Then BOOM! A plane flew into the north tower before my eyes. That was the scariest thing anyone could have imaged. Then the towers crumbled one behind the other. Instantly thousands of people were gone. Millions of people just watched the single most deadliest terrorist act in America. I cried.
I cried because I didn't understand why someone would do this, I didn't understand how someone could be so evil to orchestrate something of this magnitude. I cried because kids loss their mother, parents loss their children, companions loss their true love and best friends loss each other.
There were a lot of people that overslept that day. A lot of people were late because they were stuck in traffic or missed their trains. A lot of people avoided death so, that they may have life; to live for a purpose. I pray that these people are at peace, grateful for their second chance and are currently living with purpose.
Recently, late a night, a 9/11 survival story was on television. The show featured survivors of the tragedy that were at ground zero. As they talked about their stories, ALL of them stated that God (or some supernatural force, which I believe was God) was present with them. God gave them instructions on how to escape and survive. He showed the light and openings as others perished. One survivor stated something that I will take with me forever. He said, " Don't give up. No matter how bad things may seem, DON'T GIVE UP. You will make it." I believe him.
9/11 IS A DAY THAT I WILL NEVER FORGET.