If I am going to be really honest with you, the only thing I remember about September 11, 2001, was my English class. We were told to write letters to ourselves about how we felt at that moment, and then put them in an envelope, to be forgotten until the end of the year when they would be returned to us. I was 12 years old and in the 7th grade. The strange thing is, this day has more of a meaning to me ten years later than it did back then. In fact, I cannot believe it’s already been ten years. Time flies. Back then, I don’t think I had fully understood what it meant, and I am ashamed to say that I at the time, I didn’t really know how I was supposed to feel about what had happened.
Now, ten years later, I hear stories about people who either witnessed, survived, or lost loved ones on 9/11, and it breaks my heart. I cannot even begin imagine what it must feel or have felt like to be those people. I wish for the best to all those who are deeply affected by this day, and I can only hope that they have a strong support group that they can lean on.
God bless.
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There is nothing to be ashamed about, as far as not knowing how to feel. I’m sure many adults didn’t know how to feel. When I first heard about it, I was actually at my job at the time; I was in a barn leading some horses around the inside and one of the women came in and told us what happened. It was very surreal. Being inside a barn at the time, we didn’t have a TV on hand to see the coverage. It felt like I was really isolated, and I doubt I got the full impact of it right away either. I think that day gave ppl who weren’t even near NY nervous disorders and PSTD.
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When I think about it, the world really did change in more ways than one after that pivotal moment in history.
Thank you for sharing your story as well. I hope you continue to enjoy the entries I plug out for this blog!
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