Lesya25

Today marks the five-year anniversary of an unparalleled tragedy in our Nation’s history. On September 11, 2001, thousands of people—men, women, and children of all backgrounds and faiths—perished in the attacks on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon, and in a field in Pennsylvania. In the midst of great tragedy, we saw tremendous bravery and sacrifice reflected in the many first responders who gave their own lives to save others and in heroic passengers on the hijacked flights.

Where were you and what were you doing on that tragic morning...
I remember like it was yestaerday.

I was in art class and the bell rang so I was off to science. When I got in the room I sat down , chatted with some friends. then my science teacher stepped into the room. I looked at him and he did not look happy. Then he said"may I have every ones attention please" Then we heard what had happened. I swear every one in that room, their face expressions went from happy to sad, worried, and afraid. I can only imagine what was going through every ones mind at that very moment. family and friends. what was going through my mind? My dad. He's a fire fighter. Then the Principal came on and expained in greater detail what had happened that morning. When I got home my parents explained to me what had happended and every single station on TV had the tragic on, even MTV. That night my mom told me that my dad was going to go to ground zero the next day to help out with the releif.He was with the dog search team. I can't even begin to imagine all the dead bodies he saw the next day.All I did that night was cry. I cryed myself to sleep.
The next day I heard him get up early to go to NYC/ ground zero to help. I looked from my bedroom window, whispered a little prayer and said good bye. That day at school every one was in Red, white, and blue. I couldn't believe how my nationalism and patriotism was in my school, community, America, and even around the globe.It was a time of sorrow, it was a time of a new coming, and it was a time to reflect on what America was really all about.
A few weeks later my dad had all the kids at the middle school write letters to the NYC Fire Fighters. One of the kids had a father that died in the twin towers.A few weeks passes and my dad, mom, and I went to the NYC fire dept. and presented them with the letters that all the kids write, a poster, and happyness. I felt very proud of what I had done to help my country during this tragic time.It made me realize the importance of America what it stood for, and what the future would hold.

*God Bless you and God Bless America!

Bossf51

Nice job Lesya.