The day that changed my life.

I will never forget the thousands of men and women who sadly and tragically lost their lives 9 years ago.....Gone from home; but, certainly not gone from our hearts! God Bless America!! United We Stand!!! God Bless all of our troops that our fighting for our country as I type this blog.

 

On a side note, since the attacks occurred, there has been a lot of conspiracies thrown out in the media. My question today is, what do you believe?  Why do you believe it? For me, it is really hard to believe that there was some kind of conspiracy involved with the 9-11 attacks, other than the fact that we were attacked from terrorists who were apart of the Taliban. 

 

I will always remember 9-11...not because of the actual tragic events that occurred; but, mostly for the true heroism we all saw on that tragic day. It takes a lot of guts running into a building that is on fire; while everyone else is running out far, far away from the building as possible. I give a lot of credit to the men and women who ran into those buildings that day! For hundreds of thousands, that never came back out, but, I know in my heart are indeed, true heroes and I will never forget how they died fighting and rescuing innocent civilians from the burning flames.

 

Growing up, I have always been called "flagboy" by my family members because I love flags (don't ask) and have always been very patriotic about my country. In fact, as you probably can tell, my favorite colors are red, white and blue. I even have a huge American flag hanging up on my bedroom wall. After 9-11, my patriotism grew even more powerful and strong--which I thought could never happen because it was already so powerful. After that horrific day, I immediately went to the store to buy several packages of stick flags, posterboards to make signs, etc. With the idea from me, my parents and I decorated our house with tons of red, white and blue and signs made from me that said things like "united we stand" and "God Bless America!". I just could not stop watching and rewatching the news coverage of September 11th. In fact, even though I had always wanted to be a tv reporter since I was about 9, September 11th only made my passion for that grow stronger.

 

Even though I personally didn't lose a loved one on the day from the attacks, in a sense, I did lose a loved on. On the morning of 9-11, I was at a funeral for my Great Aunt who passed away from cancer. My entire family was in Boston that day when we got word of what was happening because the many cops, law enforcement and military men we had at the funeral (my Great Aunt's son is a cop and 2 of my Uncles work at Otis Air Force Base) all immediately just took off without saying what or why they had to leave. After the ceremony burial, my entire family went back to the funeral parlor only to realize that our country was under attack. I'll never forget that as I walked into that parlor, the first thing I saw on the TV, was the last tower collapsing. I immediately started to cry and asked my parents "what is going on?!" After then staying glued to the TV and see prior news clips of the plane hitting the tower, I just could not understand what the hell was going on and why someone would do this to our country. I was in the 8th grade and knew terrorism existed; however, I did not think that terrorism would ever occur in my own country.

 

Sigh. I just can't believe it has been nine years. Not only nine years since the 9-11 attacks; but, also nine years since I lost one of my favorite Great Aunt's. 

 

Well, I know this blog is a bit out of order and not very neatly written; but, I just wanted to get my point across that 9-11 is a day that we all never will forget. But, for me, I will never forget it because even though it was an important historic day of tragic events, I look aside that and only remember that true heroism we all saw on that day. I also remember the thousands of lives that were lost. As one of my friends says..."September 11th...Always Remember, Never Forget."