Write Stuff Down
September 11, 2011 § Leave a comment
I don’t keep a journal. I should; I know I’d remember things a lot better if I did.
Ten years ago on a Tuesday morning in September, our chapel service at school became less of a sermon and more of an expansion on what had just happened in New York City that morning. In the wake of that ugly event, our English teacher had us write down our thoughts on the attack on the World Trade Center:
Great Day in the Morning
It was a day just like any other day. At 9:50 am, we were let out of our second period class to go to chapel. A friend stopped me and asked with wide eyes, “Sarah, did you hear what happened? The World Trade Center and the Pentagon were hit by airplanes! We heard about it last period…” Her voice droned off. At first, I thought she was joking; I could not believe it. Is the President all right? Is new York in flames? How many people are dead? How did two planes happen to crash into two of the most important buildings in the United States in the same day – the same hour?
In chapel, we found out that the World Trade Center buildings had collapsed. Gone. I could not imagine New York City without the World Trade Center buildings. Now, movies that I watch set in New York City and pictures taken prior to the tragedy will seem like a sad, distant memory. Remember when New York looked like this?
For the rest of the school day, we watched the news on the classroom televisions. The devastation came to life as we watched replays of the airplane sinking into the side of the North Tower and looked at the rubble standing six stories high. It was all so heartbreaking. I could not help but shed a few tears for the children who lost their parents, for the parents who lost their children, for the citizen who lost his best friend. This tragedy certainly brought America to her knees asking for God’s help. Isn’t it interesting to see how quickly she has gotten off her knees? What will it take for our nation to truly turn back to God?
Not only do I see that my writing skills have grown (thank goodness), but I see that the tragedy of 9/11 deeply affected a high school senior from Cleveland. Thanks, Mrs. Jaggard for making me put my thoughts on paper that day. To write things down is to remember things a little better. September 11, 2001 was an event that needed to be remembered for what it was – not romanticized, and certainly not forgotten.
p.s. On days like September 11 I am proud to come from a family of firefighters and police officers. First responders are my heroes: Thanks for doing what you do.