I just got a text informing me that it's ask a stupid question day today. What a rather peculiar sort of day. Why do I need a specific day set apart to ask a stupid question when I'm pretty sure I do that already on any day a feel a need to do so? Oh dear. Does that count as a stupid question? If not, that second one just did. So I suppose I should do the right thing and wish you all a magnificent ask a stupid question day. Choose your stupid questions wisely!
In case you need some proof that you are actually allowed to ask stupid questions today, the holiday is on Wikipedia so you know it's legit! Ha!
Check it.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Sunday, September 11, 2011
9/11
I can't believe it's been ten years.
I know my experience is nothing close to what people in New York witnessed. I didn't lose someone close to me in those attacks, but my heart goes out to all those that did. I think of all those heroes of that day--many who gave their own lives to save others. It gives me hope and a sense of pride to know that there are everyday heroes among us, and there truly is a power that comes when we are all united.
I was in seventh grade. The school year had just barely started. The phone rang as I was getting ready for school. My mom answered it, and I immediately knew something was wrong. She turned on the television and we were greeted by the images of the towers billowing smoke. I didn't understand what was happening. I didn't even know what the building was. Finally, one thing became clear to me--America had been attacked. I watched as the towers fell. I haven't forgotten that image, and I never will.
I still went to school that day, I can't tell you what I learned that day though. We kept watching the news on and off all day. I remember the fear of some of my classmates. If these attacks could happen in New York, couldn't one happen closer to our own home? Was this just the begining of a series of attacks? What was going to happen next?
I remember one of my peers mentioning how someday we were going to see that day in history books. It seemed like an odd thought at the time, that we were witnessing history. When I went to the Denver Publishing Institute, I was able to obtain a current history book. I flipped through it, thinking about how it differed from the books I used back in the day. I paused when I got towards the back of the book because a familiar picture covered the page. I immediately remembered what this classmate had said. There it was. The events of 9/11 on the pages of a history book. Of course it should be there. It was a little weird for a moment--like I'd stepped back in time.
I've been touched by the things I've seen today in memory of 9/11. I hope that we never forget. I hope that we can be changed for the better as we remember the sacrifices that were made that day.
I know my experience is nothing close to what people in New York witnessed. I didn't lose someone close to me in those attacks, but my heart goes out to all those that did. I think of all those heroes of that day--many who gave their own lives to save others. It gives me hope and a sense of pride to know that there are everyday heroes among us, and there truly is a power that comes when we are all united.
I was in seventh grade. The school year had just barely started. The phone rang as I was getting ready for school. My mom answered it, and I immediately knew something was wrong. She turned on the television and we were greeted by the images of the towers billowing smoke. I didn't understand what was happening. I didn't even know what the building was. Finally, one thing became clear to me--America had been attacked. I watched as the towers fell. I haven't forgotten that image, and I never will.
I still went to school that day, I can't tell you what I learned that day though. We kept watching the news on and off all day. I remember the fear of some of my classmates. If these attacks could happen in New York, couldn't one happen closer to our own home? Was this just the begining of a series of attacks? What was going to happen next?
I remember one of my peers mentioning how someday we were going to see that day in history books. It seemed like an odd thought at the time, that we were witnessing history. When I went to the Denver Publishing Institute, I was able to obtain a current history book. I flipped through it, thinking about how it differed from the books I used back in the day. I paused when I got towards the back of the book because a familiar picture covered the page. I immediately remembered what this classmate had said. There it was. The events of 9/11 on the pages of a history book. Of course it should be there. It was a little weird for a moment--like I'd stepped back in time.
I've been touched by the things I've seen today in memory of 9/11. I hope that we never forget. I hope that we can be changed for the better as we remember the sacrifices that were made that day.
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