it seems like yesterday!
I was sitting in class at Saint Johns University when a security guard came in and told us we were under attack and to get home right away. I never remember being so scared, since I live in a bourgh of NYC, our radio stations were going out and my cell phone wasn't working. I had no idea what to think, it was the longest drive home ever. Every single car on the road had someone crying in it, fire engines and police cars were blazing past me. All I kept thinking about was "omg my dad is in the city" and so is about 500 other people I know. Almost everyone works in Manhattan, I couldn't wait to get home. When I walked in the door my mom jumped up and squeezed me, we went over to the couch where my older brother was with her already and just at the moment we saw the tower go down. Worst feeling ever. The next few weeks were a blur, classes were cancelled, our city was on major lock down, we lost so many people we knew personally that day. There isn't a day that goes by that as a resident of NYC we don't remember. We have memorials everywhere. My community lost over 270 people that day, every single person I know was effected by that day, we all either lost a friend or family member. Sometime I feel like people from other areas forget, they remember when the anniversary comes up but they forget how ANGRY we should still be over this, so please faithful followers, NEVER FORGET, don't let a day go by that we don't seek justice for all those innocent civilians lost that day in our country. God Bless America!!! Land of the Free!!
Where were you on that day? How has it impacted your life?