It seems a lot has been forgotten about that morning, and the weeks that followed. So I just wanted to ask each of you to try and remember exactly where you were, who you were with, and what you felt when you found out.
I was woken up early by my sister having the tv so loud. Being the asshole I am, I shouted, "Turn the tv down!". Then I heard my mom gasp and say, "Oh no!" So then I got up to see what the matter was, and on the news they showed that the first tower of the world trade center had been hit by a plane. That sure shut me up. There was a lot of confusion. None of the reporters mentioned terrorism, they we speaking about what an accident it was... until, live, on tv, we saw the second plane hit.
I mean, I cried. For my own selfish reasons at first.
I'd visited New York City once. And I loved it there. To see it mutilated now, to know the skyline would never be the same.
And when the towers collapsed, I can't even describe what I felt. Just knowing there were loads of PEOPLE still in there. Crumbling to the ground. Just dust.
When something so unimaginably horrible like that happens, it puts everything into perspective. No longer are your petty rivalries or your selfish wants important anymore. Through the loss of others, you realize what matters are the people around you, and the things you take for granted.
That's what I learned after 9/11. And I've tried to be a good person ever since. But it's easy to forget, because everday life gets in the way.
But today we should remember.


